Page 172 of I Choose You

I dug my thumbs into the soles of her feet. “Pretty, but not stand-and-dance-in-them-for-hours shoes?”

She shook her head and sighed dreamily. “Oh, that feels so good.”

I sat there massaging her feet for a few moments, watching Colette and Tristan dance in the background. I smiled, seeing how much their love was still going strong, and I knew that would be me and Brooke. Happy for good.

“Are they flying to Maldives in the morning?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No, tonight.”

She whistled. “They’re going to be so tired. That’s a long flight.”

I chuckled. “You know how long of a flight it’ll be?”

“Kind of. I’ve been looking up vacation things in general lately. Todd seems eager to have me take a break. Doesn’t want me to burn out and lose me.”

“Were you serious about it? Traveling?”

She nodded. “Yeah. With you.”

I grinned. “It’s been on my mind too. I was thinking maybe we could try to plan it for after my dad is back from his extended honeymoon.”

He said it was a trial, but I wanted to treat the time Kody and I had to run the company as a real test.

She shook her head. “You know what. I’m not sure about that.”

I frowned.

“Planning it.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m still mad that stupid site gave my phone a virus. But the little that I had been looking at destinations and tours and flights and all, I was overwhelmed. There are so many options. So many places to choose from.” She shrugged. “I was starting to think it might not be so bad to just wing it.”

“Wing it?”

“Yep. Let’s be impulsive and just go. The less planning, the more spontaneous of an adventure it would be.”

I considered it. “We could spin a globe and stick a pin in it.”

“And go wherever it stops.”

“Except the ocean, in the middle of nowhere.”

“Hmmm. I don’t know. Think about it. A private yacht, at sea. All alone.”

I frowned. “What about if we get seasick?”

She smirked. “Okay, but a cruise sounds like—”

“It could be fun,” I said at the same time she grumbled, “A horrible idea.”

“You don’t like cruises?”

She scrunched up her face. “No. Not those packaged places. Reminds me of Disney World.”

I gaped. “You don’t like Disney World?”

“What, are you ten?”

I chuckled. “It’s the happiest place on earth.”

“So they say. Maybe we can save that for later. With k—”