Abby leaned over to kiss Kieran. ‘Who has a honeymoon before the wedding?’
‘People who can’t wait for all the red tape regarding a certain Irishman and his wedding being dealt with. People who can’t wait to be together. People who love each other so much it hurts.’
‘People like us.’
‘Yeah, people like us.’ And he leaned in to kiss her. Not a peck on the cheek or chin, but a full-blown husband-to-be kiss.
Under his lips Abby grinned. Hopefully he’d forgotten they were thousands of feet up in the air.