‘What—where are you taking me?’ Lizzie demanded as Damon carried her through the line of cheering guests. ‘What about our wedding reception?’
‘Our wedding has been unconventional, and the same goes for our wedding reception,’ Damon informed her. ‘The feasting will continue without us. We’ll be back in a week’s time for a celebratory party with our friends—’
‘And where are we going in the meantime?’ Lizzie asked.
‘Some call it paradise,’ Damon told her solemnly as he strode towards the waiting helicopter. ‘I just call it bed.’
‘I’m good with that,’ Lizzie agreed.
‘Agapi mou, you’re the love of my life,’ Damon assured her with a soft, husky laugh. ‘And I need at least a week to prove that to you before the rest of our happily married life can continue—or I will surely die of frustration.’
‘Me too,’ Lizzie said, nestling close in the arms of the man she adored.
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