“I’ve got a couple buddies with places in Europe. Paris, Venice, Barcelona. I figured we’d rent a bike and drive the countryside for a while. Hop a train when we need to. Just, travel around and see where the wind takes us.”
“A couple buddies with places in Europe?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah, from my football days. They went on to play pro, so they’ve got houses and stuff, said they’d be happy to let us crash and apologized for not making it out to the wedding.”
“Huh,” I managed, dumbfounded by all of the information he was laying out.
Then I grinned broadly and said, “We’re going to Europe . . . for three weeks. On our Honeymoon. Alone.”
“That’s right, darlin’.”
“Have I mentioned, I love you?”
“I don’t mind if you keep saying it. Every day. For as long as we live.”
“Then, I’ll do just that.”