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It was one of my favorite places in town.

And tonight, with Mikayla beside me, it looked better than ever.

“There they are!”

Julissa came barreling toward us with Rob trailing behind her.

She wore a white sash that read BRIDE TO BE and a tiara that had somehow survived an entire afternoon of scavenger-hunt chaos.

“You two disappeared!” she accused.

“We were completing the challenges,” Mikayla said.

“All twenty?” Rob asked.

“Every last one,” I confirmed.

Julissa squealed. “Show me!”

Mikayla handed over her phone. I watched Julissa scroll through the photos. She laughed at my runway walk. Nearly dropped the phone when she saw our fake honeymoon disaster. Then she reached the last video. The kiss. Her eyes widened. She looked at the screen. Then at me. Then at Mikayla.

“Oh. My. God.”

Mikayla snatched her phone back. “It's part of the game.”

Julissa's grin turned downright wicked. “Uh-huh.”

“It's literally on the list,” Mikayla pointed out.

“Of course it is.”

“Julissa.”

“What? I'm agreeing with you.”

She absolutely wasn't. I bit back a laugh. Mikayla shot me a look. I gave her my most innocent smile. Which, according to my brothers, was about as convincing as a raccoon standing beside an overturned trash can.

Before she could murder either of us, the rest of the wedding party arrived. There were hugs, high-fives, complaints about sore feet, and heated debates over whether certain challenges had been completed legally.

One team had apparently tried to pass off mannequins kissing for the first kiss challenge. Another had submitted a photo of a seagull as their honeymoon disaster.

Rob announced that three teams had completed all twenty challenges, which meant they would have to review the footage to find out which couple finished it fastest. Julissa declared that everyone should enjoy the pier in the meantime.

I looked down at Mikayla. “Ferris wheel?”

She glanced toward the enormous glowing circle. “Isn't that a little cliché?”

“We're at a seaside carnival. Cliché is practically mandatory.”

She sighed. But she smiled. And I was starting to realize I'd do just about anything to put that smile on her face.

We hadn't made it ten feet before someone called my name.

“Damon!”

I turned. A blonde in a fitted red dress waved from beside the ticket booth.

“Hey, Tessa.”