‘Adam, do you ever feel like it’s all too much? Getting married?’
He smiled at her. ‘No. It’s great!’ His smile faltered ever so slightly. ‘You don’t feel that way, do you?’
Maddy shook her head. ‘Nope. Just checking in.’
Adam’s smile went back up to its usual wattage. He gathered up the stack triumphantly.
‘Ready?’ he asked.
Maddy swallowed. ‘Yeth.’
Adam frowned. ‘What?’
Maddy blinked. ‘I thaid, yeth.’
There was a pause. Adam was staring at her.
‘Maddy,’ he said carefully, ‘your face is…’
Her hand flew to her mouth. ‘Whath?’
‘Go look in the mirror.’
She stood and marched to the hallway mirror. Adam followed, hovering just behind her shoulder.
Maddy leaned toward her reflection. ‘Oh.’ Her mouth was swelling up.
Adam pressed his lips together, fighting laughter.
Maddy turned slowly. ‘Do nod laugh.’
That did it. He bent double. ‘I’m sorry. It’s just—’
‘Adam.’
‘You look like a budget Kardashian.’
‘ADAM!’ she pleaded. She was freaking out. She wanted him to freak out with her, not have a great time.
He straightened, wiping his eyes. ‘Okay. Right. Serious. What have you eaten?’
‘Nodthing.’
‘Anything new?’
‘Juth—’ She gestured helplessly at the dining table. Adam followed the gesture. The envelopes.
Adam stared at her. ‘You’ve had an allergic reaction to envelope glue.’
She touched her lip again experimentally. Were they even bigger? ‘I theel tingly.’
‘Because you licked a hundred industrial adhesives in one sitting. You should have used a sponge or something!’
‘Now you thell me!’
Adam took a steadying breath. ‘Okay. Are you itchy anywhere else? Throat tight? Breathing normal?’
She paused, assessing. ‘Breathing’th fine.’
