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Mitch didn’t look up as he spoke and tossed a suitcase in the back of his truck and closed the tailgate.
“You are? When?” Was he serious? We hadn’t been married but a few hours. Suddenly, this felt like déjà vu in reverse.
“Right now.” He swept me into his arms. “And you’re coming with me.”
“What are you talking about? I thought you said there was so much work to do on the ranch that your family couldn’t spare you for a honeymoon.”
“I really sold that sob story, didn’t I? Maybe I should become an actor instead of a vet.” He nuzzled my nose. “We better get going if we’re going to make the flight.”
“Wait. We’re really going to Paris?” I confirmed as he opened the passenger door for me.
“Yep. For two weeks.” He slammed the door in my stunned face.
Alfie ran around from the side of the Jacobs house, waving his arms. “Wait. You almost forgot this.”
He handed Mitch something, which he pocketed. They performed some sort of bro handshake and slapped each other on the back.
“I kinda see why you like the guy,” Mitch said as he slid into the truck.
“What did he give you?”
He flashed a wicked grin. “You’ll see.”
* * *
“I can’t believeI’m here with you,” I marveled as we walked along the Seine River.
“Better than your first time?”
Once we’d arrived and begun to explore the city, I realized how much it meant to Mitch for us to experience this together. I’d never doubted how much he loved me, but it had never occurred to me that he needed to give me the things that I wanted, that it simply made him happy.
“So much better.”
We stopped on the bridge called Pont des Arts and took in the view of the river. I ran my fingers over a few of the padlocks attached to the railing.
“What do you think these are?” I asked.
Mitch gazed out at the water. “Love locks.”
I furrowed my brow. I’d never heard of such a thing but was surprised that he had.
He pointed at one. “See. It’s painted with initials. Couples secure the lock here and toss the key in the river. It locks their love forever.”
My breath hitched as he pulled something from his pocket. In his palm rested a lock with a key in it. He held it up for me to see.
“It’s got our initials engraved in it. I figured that was more permanent than paint.”
“Mitch.”
He untangled his fingers from mine and popped the lock before securing it on the bridge.
He pressed the key into my palm. “Lock our love forever, Jules.”
“It already is,” I said before throwing the key. It landed in the water with a gentle splash.
Mitch gathered me in his arms and kissed me until I was breathless.
“How’d you know about this?”
