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“I don’t need a honeymoon.”
“Willa,” he said, gently maneuvering me so I was forced to look at him. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Not expect anything more than the bare minimum?”
“It’s not the bare minimum. You just said things with the club and the cartel are going to heat up. I get that you have to be in town. I don’t want to make it harder on you than it already is. That’s all.”
“I’m taking you on a honeymoon,” he commanded. “And you’re going to enjoy it.”
“I’m going to enjoy it?” I asked with a raise of my brows.
“Damn right you’re going to enjoy it. We’ll be naked most of the time. Why wouldn’t you enjoy it?”
I smiled. “Where are we going on this quick honeymoon?”
“It’s a surprise. Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got it figured out.”
I let out a sigh and snuggled up against him again. “It’s nice, you know? Letting someone else do the figuring.”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
“I know.”
Chapter43
“Where’s your ring?”Brielle asked.
“It’s a little loose,” I lied. “I didn’t want to lose it so I took it off.”
“Oh.” She wiggled her toes in the scented foot bath.
Jazz leaned back in her spa chair and closed her eyes. “I’m glad you let Brooklyn convince you to get pampered for your non-wedding wedding.”
“It’s very low key,” I said with a glance at Brooklyn who was peering at me with an expression I couldn’t discern.
“I don’t know what’s with you Old Ladies,” Jazz quipped. “Such chill weddings.”
“My wedding is going to be an all-weekend shindig where people go home fucking wrecked,” Brielle said. “And reeking of booze.”
“And sore feet from all the Irish dancing,” Jazz said, finally opening her eyes.
Two spa attendants came and announced that it was time for Jazz and Brielle’s massages. The two of them dried off their feet, slipped into spa slippers, and trekked after the attendants.
“What’s the real reason you’re not wearing your ring?” Brooklyn asked once we were alone.
I sighed. “Can’t hide anything from you, can I?”
She shook her head.
“It reminds me of what happened…and I just…I can’t have it on.”
“Yeah.” She rubbed her own wedding ring. “I get that.”
I glanced in the direction Jazz and Brielle had gone. “It’s weird. They don’t know what I went through. And I can never tell them.”
“The curse of being an Old Lady.” She smiled sadly. “There are more good things about it than not, but yeah, not being able to share openly with people who aren’t in the club…that’s hard.”
