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“Um, yeah. Sure. That’d be great.”

“Good, then we’ll plan on it,” Frank says.

The bill arrives and Frank gets his wallet out and pays. I almost stop him but then remember that he has money now.

In the afternoon, we hang out on the deck and play cards. We’re having such a good time I don’t want them to leave. But October isn’t that far away, so I’ll see them again soon.

After we take them to the airport, Garret and I go home and I collapse on the couch.

“That’s it. The wedding’s officially over. Everyone went home.”

“Are you sad?” Garret lies over me, supporting himself on his arms.

“No. We got to spend a few days with everyone, which was plenty. And now that they’re gone, we’re finally alone.”

“So the extended honeymoon has begun?”

“It has.” I pull his face down for a kiss. “And you know what people do on their honeymoon?”

“Go surfing?”

“Garret!” I push on him but he doesn’t move.

“I’m kidding.” He kisses the side of my neck. “Where do you want to do it? Right here?”

“Here’s good. We can go upstairs later. Maybe the shower next, and then the bed.”

He lifts his head. “How many times we gonna do this today?”

“It’s already after 6 so I don’t know. We’ll see how things go.”

He smiles. “I already like this honeymoon thing. Maybe we should make it two weeks instead of one.”

“Just kiss me, okay? I’ve been dying to be with you ever since you put your hand on my leg at the restaurant.”

“Really? That wasn’t meant to be sexual, but ifthatgot you going, then what happens if I put my hand here?” He shifts onto his side and slips his hand down my shorts.

I don’t answer. He knows what that does to me.

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

The honeymoon doesn’t go exactlyas planned because the next day Harper comes over to talk about Lilly’s party. She stops by after breakfast while Garret’s upstairs in the shower.

“Harper, I told you this was honeymoon week, meaning no visitors.”

She sits cross-legged on the chair and messes with her ponytail. “How much time do you need to have sex? It doesn’t take all day, even if you do it a bunch of times.”

I sit across from her on the couch. “We’re not just having sex. We were going to do other stuff, too.”

“Like what?”

“We’re going to try bodyboarding, but we have to go buy a couple of those bodyboard things.”

“You really want to go in the ocean? It’s full of trash and chemicals and urine and remnants of dead sea creatures.”

“Thanks a lot, Harper. You just ruined the ocean for me.”

“It’s true.” She unties her legs and sets her feet on the coffee table. “So what should we do for the party?”

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