Tate’s sarcasm drew laughter from their friends and family and even Mia. But Rafe sighed and rolled his eyes. “Have we talked about moving to the Bahamas yet? ’Cause I’m ready. Like today. L
ike now. We don’t even have to pack. We can just buy what we need when we get there.”
Mia was laughing.
“That’s called a honeymoon,” Tate said. “Honeymoons require marriage.”
Rafe dropped his forehead to Mia’s shoulder and whispered, “Let’s sneak away in the middle of the night.”
Making Mia burst into giggles.
“Let’s get something to eat.” Tina came over and rousted them both. Hooking an arm through each of theirs, she started toward the door. “The natives are getting restless.” On the way out the door, she turned a conniving little grin on Mia. “Now, what would I have to do to get one of those sexy little sequined numbers?”