Page 201 of The Romance Adventure
Magnus takes my hand, glances at the engagement ring, and shimmies me closer. “We do too. Should we start planning our big day?”
“How about little?” I say.
He swirls me and I inhale his mountain air, high-altitude scent.
“Little?”
“This is a huge wedding. I’m thinking something smaller, more intimate.”
“I like the sound of that. Close friends and family only. That’ll keep wedding invitations and seating arrangements simple.”
Biting my lip, I say, “Thoughts on Ross and Romy?”
“In a way, they brought us together.”
“I wouldn’t go so far as to call them matchmakers, but you do have a point.”
“But Ross didn’t show exemplary behavior at Sean’s tribute and the grand opening of Boo’s Battle Bros.”
“If he weren’t Sean’s brother, I’d uninvite Ross from my life,” Magnus says.
I laugh and mentally cross them off the invite list with relief.
“Looks to me like Isla and Royal invited half the town.”
Robyn, her sister, has looked highly disgruntled all day, but especially so after she had to walk down the aisle with the best man, a guy named Jack.
Hopefully, it’ll work out favorably for her like it did with Magnus and me.
“Soon, accounts of tonight will be broadcast across the Coconut Wireless.”
“You got that right,” Magnus says, likely remembering when our engagement was announced before we’d even had a chance to tell his brother. But I can’t be mad because my future is so bright, so clear, so perfect.
Except for one thing.
“Have you given any thought to our honeymoon?”
Magnus wears a sly grin. “I have.”
“And?” I ask, leaning in.
“It’s all taken care of.”
“What do you mean? We haven’t even set a date yet.”
“We have to book a church and location sometime between now and three months from now.”
“You arranged our honeymoon already?”
“Had to figure things out for the business and dogs. Figure the wedding itself will take place close to home, so that’ll keep things simple.”
I tilt my head to the side, “Oh, that makes sense. So where are we going?”
“Remember how you always wanted to go on a safari?”
I practically leap into Magnus’s arms, but since I’m wearing a dress, that would be tricky. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he repeats.
