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“Strangely fascinating. Unicorns and dragons frolic here while drinking tea and discussing the winner of the latest quidditch match,” grinning, he tapped his forehead.

I shook my head, at a loss for words. What did you say to that?

“What? No response?” He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Have I rendered you speechless?”

“Pretty much,” I laughed, finishing the last bite of my egg sandwich.

“Wow,” his lips quirked up in a small smile, “normally you always have a witty comeback for me. This day is one for the record books.”

Before I could reply, my phone began ringing. I saw my mom’s name on the caller ID and cringed. I was being a horrible daughter and not keeping her updated on our road trip. With her hormones she was liable to hunt me down and drag me back home.

“Hey, mom,” I answered.

“Liv, is everything okay? You didn’t call yesterday.”

“Everything’s fine. We got caught in a bad storm last night so it slipped my mind to call you. I’m—”

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” her voice was stern. “I’ve been worried sick and now you’re telling me that you were driving through a bad storm. Do you want to send me into preterm labor? One day, you’re going to have your own daughter, and then you’ll see just how worrisome children are. I thought you were in an accident or something.”

“Mom,” I said calmly, “don’t be dramatic.”

I heard her take a deep breath. “Sorry. Forgive me, Liv. This whole being pregnant thing is messing with me,” she sighed and I pictured her hanging her head in her hands. “Last night I was crying over an Oreo commercial because I wanted an Oreo and we didn’t have any.” I couldn’t contain my laughter at that. “Anyway,” she huffed, “what’s your plan for today?”

“Uh—” I stalled. There was no way I could tell my mom that we planned on getting married today. She’d lose it. Before we left for our road trip she’d already showed up at the apartment three different times with stacks of those wedding catalogs and asking me about colors and cake flavors. I mean, it wasn’t like we were eloping in Vegas…but it was kind of a shotgun wedding. If I told her, she’d try to talk me out of it, and I didn’t want that. Like Trace, I was ready to be married. “No plans,” I finally said after a lengthy pause.

“What are you two up to?” She questioned curiously. Moms always knew when something was up. It was like they had radar or something.

“Nothing,” I blurted and ended the call, dropping my phone straight into my glass of water by accident. “Crap.”

Trace snorted. “Well, that was effective,” he pointed to my swimming phone.

“Shut up,” I groaned, fishing my phone out of the ice water. The screen was a rainbow of colors before going completely black. I sighed. “At least she can’t call me back now.”

“That’s for sure.”

“Oh no,” our elderly waitress said as she stopped by the table. “Did you get your phone wet?” She nodded her head at me, where I was currently drying it with a napkin.

“Yeah. It fell out of my hand.”

“I’m so sorry about that,” she frowned.

“It’s not your fault,” I shrugged, glaring at the black screen. “I’m the idiot that dropped it.”

Choosing not to comment on that, she laid our receipt on the table and said, “If you need anything else, just holler. Pay whenever you’re ready.”

“Thanks,” Trace smiled, already pulling out his wallet. Nodding to me, he added, “We’ll stop by the Verizon store and get you a new phone…maybe one with a waterproof case.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Not funny.”

“Why did you drop it?” He asked, laying his credit card on the table.

“Because,” I groaned, “she wanted to know what we were doing today and I couldn’t tell her we’re getting married.”

“Then you should’ve lied.”

“I can’t lie. Besides, she’s my mom. She would’ve known,” I reasoned. Leaning my head back against the booth, I said, “Our moms are so going to kill us.”

“That’s what you keep telling me,” he smiled crookedly.

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