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I nodded. “Someday, then. We have time. I’m so glad you said yes. I talked to a wedding planner, and she said we don’t pick a date until we have a place, but we can decide on a general time frame. Is it too soon for us to talk about that?”

“I mean, the goal is a June wedding, right?”

I smiled, relieved she didn’t want to push it out indefinitely. From what I’d read, sometimes brides start getting cold feet after they sayyes. “Okay then, June. Are you still wanting the sunset thing?”

“If it’s okay with you? Do you think Davy has any wishes we should incorporate?”

“Other than a few things he wants in his vows, he does not. I want to be in charge of the music for the reception, and I want it to be somewhere that takes care of most everything, or to have a company do all of that for us. Also, I want my people to do the pictures and video. Otherwise, I’d like to be told about stuff as it’s planned, but you get to create the wedding of your dreams.” I reached into my jeans and pulled a credit card out with her name on it. “If you go above three hundred thousand dollars, let me know. Not a problem if you do, I just need to let my finance guy know if I need more than that liquid.”

She stared at the card a good thirty seconds before she met my gaze. “I’m still getting used to this. I can’t imagine it’s going to cost anywhere close to that.”

I shook my head. “I donotwant a budget wedding. I’ll text you the business card of a wedding planner who comes highly recommended. I like the idea of a destination wedding, but close enough the bikers and our other friends can make the drive in two or three hours, so we can make a weekend of it. I’m not saying that’s what we should do, if there’s somewhere local you like, that’s fine, or if you want to go somewhere far away, we can do that, too, and fly everyone there. The Alps, Vegas, Hawaii, Paris, whatever. The music for the reception is mine, and we’re going for luxury, not budget. Everything else, you get to plan, but for goodness sakes, it should be you deciding and not Matty. Right?”

She laughed. “Excellent point. Okay, I’ll talk to your person.” She frowned. “I want the regular wedding music for the ceremony, I think.”

I nodded. “Agreed.”

She looked at the credit card again and then back to me. “The place with the columns and stuff, where you did the video with the Tennessee River in the background, that was nice, but there wasn’t a sunset, the way the sun went below the mountain.”

“Probably want a beach or a mountaintop facing west for the best chance of a pretty sunset.”

She nodded and walked her plate to the sink.

“Go,” I told her. “I’ll clean the kitchen.”

I walked her out, and she climbed into her Drake Security SUV for the drive to work. She has a red BMW X3, an adorable little SUV, but Nathan wants her to drive a company vehicle back and forth to work.

“You’re my fiancé, now,” she told me when I leaned in to kiss her. “It seems surreal.”

I smiled. “I love you, too. I prefer to think of you as my bride, but fiancée can work, too.”

I watched her drive away and considered whether it’d be okay for me to buy Davy a car. I’d wanted to replace his since I first saw it, but I didn’t want to offend him. He’d agreed to a commitment ceremony, though, so perhaps it was time to put him in something safer.

Micca is happy with her adorable SUV, so no way was she going to want me to buy her a car. And she owns it, without a loan, so it wasn’t like I could pay the loan off. She’d been clear that she didn’t want me paying for her personal stuff, and I can respect that. Still, I’d need to talk to her before I bought Davy a car. I didn’t think she was going to compare what I spent on the two of them, but I should make sure.

She’d explained to Davy why he doesn’t have to plan vacations for the three of us. She’d used the term several times, that she didn’t want to be asingle parentover a submissive or slave, and in a lot of ways, both of us being a Dom to our boy probably involves the same kinds of conversations parents need to have about their kids. Davy’s an adult, but our near-TPE relationship over him means we take a lot of responsibility for him.

So, a conversation with Micca, and then I’d have a talk with the people at Maserati. My boy always looks longingly at them when we see one in the wild, so that’s what I’d get him.

Chapter 40

Micca

I stared at Matty and wished I could order him to bend the fuck over so I could cane the fuck out of the backs of his legs. I had no interest in seeing his bare ass, but I see the backs of his legs all the time in the summer.

But we were doing this in the conference room at his office. I’d taken the day off to get all the wedding stuff started, but he could only take a couple of hours this morning because he had a huge meeting at noon that promised to take hours and hours, and a shorter one at four, so it worked for us to meet here. It would be wildly inappropriate for me to cane him at his work. Not that I’d do it if we were somewhere else, but it worked for me in the moment to tell myself that’s why I wasn’t going to.

“I want a simple wedding on a mountaintop with a gorgeous sunset,” I told him as evenly as I could manage. “I know everyone has to eat, and I’m good with feeding them beforehand and then after at the reception, but it doesn’t have to be fancy French food!”

He sighed. “We had those fantastic gougères to celebrate after the proposal, so they should be at the reception. What’s the use in marrying someone spectacularly rich and then being too cheap to have something so symbolic flown in to remember the proposal?”

I shook my head at him, and the wedding planner said, “While flying them in is certainly an option, I feel certain someone stateside can replicate them.”

“Okay. Fine. Do that. Can we stop talking about fucking gougères now, please?”

Matty gave me a hurt look. “I never thought you’d turn into bridezilla.”

“Me? Oh no. I’m the one trying to keep it mostly simple, if a destination wedding can ever be anything but complicated, but I’m trying to keep it as simple as possible. You’re the one throwing all these curves in!”

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