“Good.” Char held out her hand to him so he could help her down the ladder. “Because it would look all kinds of inappropriate if you looked horny while handing over that topper to the caterer.”
Jake climbed down after her. “You always know the right thing to say.”
“It’s why you married me.” Char grinned.
Jake lifted her into his arms and carried her across the lawn. “Among other things.”
“Put me down!”
“Threshold.” Jake blew a kiss across her face. “I do things right.”
“Except you don’t,” Char pointed out.
“Some things,” he set her on her feet the minute they were in the kitchen, “I do right, like the important ones named Char. If you didn’t hear me after I said it about a billion times last night…” he pulled her flush against his body, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Her eyes welled up with tears just as another whistle blow assaulted the air.
“Topper. On it.” Jake released her and ran down the hall.
Chapter Fifty-six
Jake tilted his head to the right and winced. “It looks fine, right?”
Char was motionless next to him. He nudged her. “Right?”
Her inability to speak and her all-around pinched expression didn’t make him feel better about what they had done. The caterers had come up with a brilliant plan; they kept extra icing around just in case some of the bows on the cake fell off. It was a black and white cake with white icing and black bows, simple, elegant, in Char’s words, “cute.” Luckily for them, easy enough to hide the word ‘Tits’.
So now, it just said Forever.
Only, it wasn’t centered correctly because well, you could tell there was supposed to be two words. Not one.
“It’s fine.” Char finally said. “I can’t even see the Tits anymore.”
Jake exhaled. “Really? No tits?”
Grandma chose that exact moment to walk up. “What’s this I hear about tits?” She smacked Jake hard upside his head. “Are you able, for just five minutes, to stop thinking about sex and focus on something else?”
Char kicked his shin, and he responded with a loud, “No, I just can’t help myself. I’m a—“ He sighed heavily, feeling his shoulders slump. “Lost cause. That’s what I am. Sorry Grandma, it won’t happen again, I’ll try harder.” He clenched his teeth and sent Char a seething glare.
Grandma eyed both of them speculatively before she walked around the cake. “Something’s different.”
“Outside.” Char blurted. “It’s because we’re outside, and the light, from the uh, the light from the particles in the air—“
“—and sun!” Jake near shouted. “The sun makes the cake look…”
“Beautiful!” Grandma clapped her hands together, making both Jake and Char sigh in unison. “Well done! I knew I could trust you two.”
Jake closed his eyes and swore as Grandma clicked off. “We’re going to kill her; this is going to be it. If she finds out we did this…” He scratched his head. “She can’t find out. That’s it; I won’t be responsible for ruining the wedding.”
Char grabbed his hands. “It’s fine! Nobody is ever going to see the Tits.”
A male caterer walked by and whistled low.
Jake called after him. “She doesn’t mean her tits, she means—”
Char covered his mouth. “Let it go, just let it go.”
Feeling her fingers against his lips, seeing her mouth so close, damn, he wasn’t focused on the wedding at all, he was focused on them, on her to be exact. Without a second thought, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the house.