Page 62 of The Wedding Toast
She tightened her arms around him.“I know, I feel like I won’t really get to see you now until it’s all over.”
He raised his eyebrows.“I hope that I’ll get to see you standing up front tomorrow afternoon – we have an appointment under the arch that I hope you plan to keep.”
She slapped the back of his head gently.“Of course I do.You know what I mean, though.Even then, we’ll be standing up in front of everyone.I won’t get you to myself – alone – until …”
His gray eyes seemed to shine as he rested his forehead against hers.“Until we’re married.Until you’re my wife.”He chuckled.“Can you believe that I’ve been practicing saying it?”
“Saying what?”
“Introducing you to people.”She loved that he looked a little bashful as he stepped back, held his hand out, and said, “Hi, I’m Jacob, and this is my wife, Becca.”
Tears stung behind her eyes and her hand came up to cover her mouth.“Aww!I love it!”
“I love you.”He wrapped his arms around her again and held her close to his chest.
She clung to him and breathed him in.“I love you more.”
He kissed the top of her head.“We don’t have the time to get into that argument right now, but I love you more.”
She laughed.“You’re right.And we’ll have two weeks of honeymoon to discuss it.”
He squeezed her butt.“That sounds like a challenge I’ll be happy to accept – spending two weeks with nothing else to do but prove how much I love you.”
A shiver ran down her spine.“I like the sound of that.”Her smile faded.“Are you sure you won’t get bored though?I mean, have you ever taken a two-week vacation before?It’s not exactly …”
“Becca.”
She laughed.“Oh – bossy.I love it when you talk like that.”She’d always loved the way he used that stern tone – he only did it when he was trying to look out for her, or to make her stop and think about what she was saying.
“Not bossy.But you don’t honestly believe that I’ll get bored on our honeymoon, do you?”
“I don’t.I plan to make sure you don’t.”She waggled her eyebrows at him.“And even if you find you need a project to work on, we need to get good at married-people sex.”
He laughed.“You’re right, but I don’t think we’ll need a set schedule to practice or anything – I think that will come naturally.”He frowned when his phone beeped.
“You should probably take it.You’re meeting the guys again this morning, aren’t you?”
“I am.”He checked his phone.“It’s Bentley.He’s going to head straight over to the cottage to leave his bag.”
“Are you meeting them over there?”
He narrowed his eyes at her.“I’m going to meet them there and we’re heading to the garage.”
“It’s okay.I’ve given up trying to guess whatever this big secret is.I’ll find out tomorrow, won’t I?”
“Not until tomorrow night.”
“Oh!”
He chuckled.“Don’t worry, it’s not something personal.”His smile turned to a frown.“I wouldn’t have all the guys helping me with it if it were.”
“Phew!”She swiped her fingers across her brow in mock relief.“You had me worried for a second there.”
He kissed her forehead.“You should know better.I’d never make you uncomfortable like that.”
“I know.You should go.I’ll go and find Callie.”
“Hannah said that Ava feels much better about things since Callie had a chat with her.”
