She leaned her head on his shoulder as they drove home in his truck and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You okay?”
“Yes.” She sighed blissfully. Had she ever been this content? “Though I think your sisters are going to kill me tomorrow. Ali, too. They wanted their chance at being bridesmaids and I deprived them.”
He chuckled, pulled into their driveway. “Be strong. Bargain with them. Let them plan the reception. That’ll keep them so busy they’ll leave you alone.”
“You don’t mind having a party?”
Cam shut off the engine and turned to look at her. “It’ll make our families happy.”
“But will it make you happy?”
“Yeah,” he admitted softly, a little smile curling that mouth she adored so much. “I like showing off my beautiful bride.”
Her heart fluttered. “You make me so happy,” she said softly.
“Do I, Mrs. McKenzie?” That low, velvety voice was full of wicked intent, and she gasped with surprise when he pulled her into his arms.
“Yes.” She rested her hands on his chest, curled her fingers into his dress shirt. He was so handsome, she still couldn’t get over it. Would she ever? “I don’t think I’ll grow tired of hearing you call me that any time soon.”
“Good.” He smiled against her mouth. “Because I’m going to be calling you Mrs. McKenzie for many, many years to come.”
“Promise?” she asked minutes later, still breathless from the kiss he gave her.
“Most definitely.”