“Slim,” she said with a smile.
“Then we can have a gondola ride,” Matt said as he kissed his wife’s head.
“I can’t believe that creep’s top offer for me was only a million dollars,” Jena said. “I’m worth way more than that. Hell, Robert Redford paid a million for Demi Moore in the nineties. Even with inflation, we’d be looking at two million today. Right?” She looked up at Matt.
“Princess”—he shook his head at her—“you’re priceless.”
“I know, right?” She buried her face in his chest as Matt tried not to chuckle.
“You want a ride back to the hotel?” the cop asked.
“Thanks,” Matt said. “I think that would be safest.”
“No kidding,” the woman muttered as she reached for her phone.
“Do you know the worst part?” Jena said, sounding sleepy.
“What’s the worst part?” He pulled her closer.
“I left my bag of Hershey’s goodies at the nightclub.”
All Matt could do was grin and hold his wife tight. But Jena wasn’t done. She angled her face up at him.
“Still the best honeymoon ever, right?”
“Absolutely,” he said.
And then he kissed his wife.
Andrew McInnes’ Book Club
This story takes place just after Here Comes the Rainne Again
Helen McInnes, Caroline McInnes, Jena Donaldson, and Abby Boyle tiptoed up to the conservatory at the back of Caroline’s castle.
“They’re going to see us,” Helen, Caroline’s mother-in-law, hissed.
“No, they won’t.” Caroline pointed to the group of large ceramic pots with ornamental trees. “I had the gardeners group all of the pots in the darkest part of the patio. Then I opened the little window behind the blinds so we can hear them better.”
“Didn’t Josh wonder why all the plants were suddenly in one spot?” Helen asked.
“I told him it made it easier to trim the trees to match,” Caroline said.
“He believed that?”
Caroline just patted her hand and gave her a pitying look. Her son wasn’t known for thinking things through, but Caroline didn’t want to shatter his mother’s delusions.
There was a scrape and thump from behind them.
“Will you try to walk quieter?” she told Abby. “They’re going to hear us.”
“I’m four thousand months pregnant with twins,” Abby said with a glare. “You try being quiet when your center of gravity shifts two feet in front of you. I can’t even see my feet. I have no idea where I’m stepping. This is as quiet as it’s going to get.”
“I’m pregnant too, and I can lift my feet when I walk.”
“You’re six months pregnant with one tiny baby. You barely have a bump. I’m having two freaking elephants, and they’re due any minute. It’s a miracle I can stand up without topp
ling over.”