Can't Stop the Feeling (Whispering Bay Romance 6)

“Positive. And, Mom?”

“Yes, hon?”

“Remember when I told you that you’d be the first to know? Well, I won’t be coming home alone. You’ll need to defrost a pot roast.”

Epilogue

Six months later

“It’s not fair. We’ve been out here all of thirty minutes and you already look like some golden god, while I’m going to end up like a fried green tomato.” It was Jenna’s first time ever in Hawaii, and the sun was just as strong, if not stronger than in Florida.

Lying in the beach chair next to her, Ben chuckled as he lifted his sunglasses. He gave her a long head-to-toe look that ended in a frown. “Maybe if there was more green,” he said referring to the color of her bikini, “you wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

“You’re not going to be one of those husbands, are you? I’ve worn this bikini plenty of times and you never once complained that it was too skimpy.”

“I’m going to be the kind of husband who makes sure his wife doesn’t get sunstroke.” He stood to rearrange the angle of their umbrella so that she would be better shaded, then picked up the tube of sunscreen. “Turn around.”

She did as instructed. “Make sure to get the hard to reach places and not just the skin around the fun bits.”

“But the fun bits are what I live for.”

Jenna smiled. It was day two of their honeymoon. The first day had been spent making the eleven plus hour plane ride it took to get to Hawaii, trying to acclimate themselves to the time change and sleeping (well, mostly sleeping). Tomorrow, Ben had arranged for them to be taken up to the top of a volcano where they would see the sunrise then bicycle their way down.

But today was a day for sun and relaxation and Jenna was determined to return to Whispering Bay with a healthy glow. Despite the fact that she lived in a beach town, the past months had been spent in a whirlwind of work, arranging a wedding and overseeing the construction of the new house Steve Pappas’ company was building them. It was a five bedroom five bath home just a block from the beach, complete with his and hers offices, a playroom, swimming pool and an outdoor kitchen.

Jenna had thought the whole thing was a bit too much. “Do we really need all this?” she’d asked when they’d first gone over the blueprints.

“Think about where we’re going to put everyone over the Thanksgiving holiday,” Ben had said. “There’s my mom and Carl, your parents, Eric and Amy and the girls, Rachel, and of course the rest of the kids we’re going to have. I’m planning on making two turkeys and you have to make your nana’s panettone.”

“The rest of the kids?” Jenna had teased. “Exactly how many do you want?”

“As many as it takes to get one with red hair.”

“That could be one or four, or who knows how many genetic combinations there are!”

In the end, Jenna had agreed that yes, it was best to go ahead and have all those rooms. Just in case.

Ben’s cell phone pinged. “Who the hell is calling us on our honeymoon?”

“Maybe it’s Rachel.” Although they’d talked to her just last night.

Ben looked at his screen with a resigned expression on his face. “It’s Tyler.”

Now that Gavin was CEO of Roar, he’d needed his own assistant. He’d gone through four of them in the first two months before settling in with Tyler. As far as Jenna could tell, Tyler was doing a bang up job. He was also adorably friendly. Even though technically he answered to Gavin, and it wasn’t in his job description, he’d insisted on helping Jenna with some of the wedding details.

“Please put him on speaker,” Jenna said.

“Aloha!” Tyler’s friendly voice boomed. “Good morning! Or should I say, good afternoon, sir?”

“The first one,” Ben said. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to see how everything’s going. Hotel okay? Please tell me the champagne and roses were waiting for you in your room when you arrived.”

“Everything was perfect,” Jenna said. “Thank you so much!”

“Oh! Mrs. Harrison, you’re there too. I hope Maui is all you expected it to be. The hotel assured me that the penthouse was the very finest in accommodations.”

Jenna was about to answer when Ben gave her a look that stopped her. “Tyler,” he said, “unless it’s an emergency or something has gone wrong, then there’s no need to call.”