at once. I get that.”
“Yeah.” She took a deep breath. “So… a city hall wedding it is.”
“Oh, I think we can do better than that, don’t you?” He kept his voice low and stroked her tumbled hair as he spoke. “I talked to Amanda at the adoption center and she said that we can take Iris out of the country for no more than five days. She’s preparing the letter of permission and I can pick it up tomorrow. Dallas has agreed to give us both a week off, and we’re all booked on a flight to Aruba for next Saturday… you, me, your Mom, Sean and Iris. Dallas sprang for all the tickets as a wedding gift, by the way.”
“He what ? And wait. My Mom knew about this?”
Sully grinned. “She did. She’s ready to take you dress shopping, by the way, so give her a call.”
“I don’t believe any of this.”
Sully peered at her, wondering if she wasn’t happy. “Cordelia?”
“Yeah?”
“Is this all OK with you? I mean, if you want the big wedding and everything here in Denver, or if you want more time before marrying me, just say so.”
“Are you kidding me?” Tears stung her eyes. “What you’ve got planned is what I want.”
“Really?” Sully relaxed. “You sure?”
“Yes. Completely.” She wiped her eyes. “Getting married on a beach, with Mom and our kids, all low-key and casual? It’s – it’s perfect, Hunter. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. You’re a no-frills kinda woman, Cordelia, and I figured you’d be happiest with something simple and loving.”
“But what about your Dad?” Cordelia said. “Can’t he come?”
“Nah, baby.” Hunter shook his head. “It’s too risky, with his Alzheimer’s. Your Mom said that she’d take care of the kids for three days so we can get a real honeymoon all alone in Aruba, but no way she can handle my Dad, too.”
“No, I guess not.” Cordelia paused. “I’m sorry, babe. I wish he could be there.”
“Yeah, me too. But he understands.”
She huffed. “ He knows already?”
“Yep.”
“So everyone was in on it but me.”
“And the cat. We figured he’d spill the beans.” Sully kissed her lips. “But I did tell Iris.”
Cordelia gave a mock-scowl. “She never said a word.”
“Yeah, she’s a damn good secret-keeper for an eight-month-old.”
“I’ll be having a conversation with her, for sure.”
“Don’t go too hard on the kid,” Sully admonished her. “She might spit up on you in revenge.”
“No kidding.”
“So…” Sully’s voice and face were so soft, it clutched at her heart. “You’ll marry me next Sunday, baby? Barefoot and beautiful on a beach at sunset, with our kids there?”
“Oh, Hunter.” The tears were back now, sweet and happy. “I will.”
“You’re gonna make me the happiest man on the planet, Cordelia. You do know that, right?”
She smiled up at him and said the two words that she was longing to say, the words that she’d say so very soon: “I do.”
Chapter Three
After breakfast, Griff excused himself to go to the bathroom, exchanging quick looks with Luke as he lumbered away down the hall.
Selena sat alone in a booth, finishing her cup of coffee. She had her back to the bar where Luke had been standing for the past thirty minutes, but she’d been achingly aware of his presence the entire time that she’d consumed the incredible breakfast that he’d made.
To her alarm, there was something almost magnetic about the man, something that crackled with energy, something that connected her to him. She sensed him, felt him, almost tasted him, even when facing away from him. It had been a hellish half-an-hour trying to ignore that tug, that pull to turn around and let her eyes roam all over his delicious face and body.
Luke ambled over now, approaching carefully. She looked up at him, her face a blank.
“So,” Luke said as he started to stack the plates. “How was it?”
“Good.”
He waited. “No compliments to the