Page 31 of Summer with a Brother's Best Friend
“I love everything about that sentence,” I purr. And I do. I love that he worships my body like a starving man, and I love the idea that after all this time, we finally get to behome.
“Good. We’ll get you moved in tomorrow, and you can act like your shoes don’t take up half my closet space already.”
“Act like you don’t like it.”
“I’m already imagining you strutting around the house naked in every pair of heels.”
“That’s wildly impractical.”
“Not in my mind it’s not.”
I snort as we make our way onto the sidewalk, the streetlights blinking on as Love Beach’s nightlife awakens. Signs glow andfairy lights twinkle in the distance, and I can’t help the sigh that escapes because there really is no place like this town.
Like home.
“What’s that look for?” Isaac asks, pausing by the passenger side door.
“I’m just happy. I’m relieved and exhausted in the best possible way and praying we don’t have to deal with any other theatrics from our family and friends.”
“And?” he asks with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“And I’m happy to be here with you and cannot wait to be your wife.”
Isaac presses me against the side of the car, boxing me in with his body and threading his fingers in my hair. “I’m going to take every opportunity to call youmy wifejust like in those books you read.”
His face nuzzles into the crook of my neck, and I gasp as he peppers kisses along my jaw. “I just don’t want a big wedding.”
“Three days ago you told me I couldn’t propose yet,” Isaac croons against the shell of my ear.
“And three days ago you told me it would happenreal soon.”
“We can have whatever kind of wedding you want, but I need to get you home.”
“Courthouse?”
“Maybe not,” he says, finally looking up at me.
I pout and he chuckles, shaking his head as he says, “You’d be sad not having your brother and Marigold, Vienna, and your parents there.”
“I feel like we’ve already shared so much of our relationship with other people,and I just want something forus.”
“Okay, how about this,”—his thumb trails over my bottom lip—“intimate ceremony, extended honeymoon, and then a casual reception when we get home.”
I open my mouth to speak and then tilt my head to the side as the idea takes hold. “We’ll have to honeymoon over Christmas break.”
Isaac nods. “Vienna and the new guy, if I hire him, will be able to watch the bar while we’re gone. I can find extra coverage if we need it.”
“I don’t want to wait that long to get married though.”
“Well, Ms. Baylor,” he says with a wicked grin, “how do you feel about the end of summer?”
“I think we better start planning, Mr. Nowak.”
“I’ve been planning all day, Baby.”
I look at him in surprise. “You have?”
“Yeah, I’ve been planning on how to get you out of that dress since you put it on.”
