“That would be fun to explain to someone.”
He kicks the door closed behind us and carries me into the living room, then sets me down on my feet.
“Home sweet home,” he says with a smile.
The house seems quiet compared to the reception.
“I had a great time,” I say.
I realize Ididhave a great time at my wedding, and it didn’t even feel like I was getting married, which is strange, but it just seemed fun.
But now that we’re here, it seems odd to be in this house alone with him. I try to look anywhere but at him and end up staring down at the lace on the front of my dress. “It really is a pretty dress. Simple but elegant.”
“You looked gorgeous today,” Zane says, his voice gruff.
“Thank you. You looked very handsome, too.”
“I’m happy you had a good time,” he says.
“Yeah, I guess I’m surprised that I did,” I tell him. “Is that weird?”
“No,” he replies. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. It was a fun time, and I’m happy we got married in the barn. For us.”
“Did anyone ask you about where we’re going on a honeymoon?”
“Yeah, they did, and I told them that I wouldn’t tell them. Not in a million years.” He shudders. “My brother is notorious for pranks. I’d rather him not know we’re staying home.”
“Do you think they’ll come up here?”
“I don’t know why they would. They don’t need to know we never left and that the end of our honeymoon journey is here. For all they know, we’re in Hawaii.” He unbuttons the top of his shirt and pulls his tie loose.
“I’ve never been to Hawaii.” I reach back and unhook my veil from my hair.
“Neither have I.” Zane slips out of his jacket.
I bend down and take off my new red boots. I’ve got at least five blisters from all the dancing I did tonight. “Maybe we’ll just tell them the truth. That we decided to stay home and that we have a big trip planned for the future when we’re not as busy, workwise.”
Zane lets out a sigh. “The truth, I guess.”
“What do we do next?” I ask.
Zane’s eyebrows waggle up and down, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
“We could get into something more comfortable and relax on the couch and watch some TV,” Zane suggests.
“Do you know what? That sounds great.”
“Okay, I just have to run out and check on a calf before I shower,” he says.
“Sounds good. I’ll get changed while you do that, but don’t be upset if you come back and I’ve already picked out a show.”
Zane grins.
He doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into. I should pick something horrible just for the fun of it, but I happen to like good movies. He’ll love whatever I pick—I’m sure of it.
Zane just shakes his head and walks down the hall toward the bedrooms.
I trail after him, my wedding dress dragging along the ground.
