“Wow, really?”
“Yeah.” He dropped his forehead to mine. “What do you say, Moonbeam?”
I grinned. “I say we’ve got a wedding to plan.”
“That’s what I thought.” He leaned down to kiss me, then we made our way back up to the cabin.
* * *
“You can’t be serious,” Wrath ground out.
“I am,” I said.
We were in his bed, tucked under the covers, our backs to his headboard, and my laptop open between us.
“This woman sounds like a nut job.”
“Booth, she’s not a nut job.”
He took a deep breath, then let it out in a sigh. It was long and it was loud. “Moonbeam. She calls herself, ‘Priestess Rebecca Light Giver.’ She lists her ‘qualifications’ as part time spiritual enlightenment coach, clairvoyant reader, yoga teacher, and licensed wedding officiant. What the fuck is a clairvoyant reader? Who is she reading to? A group of poor, unfortunate, illiterate clairvoyants?”
“It means she communicates with people on the other side.”
“The other side of what? The looney bin?”
“Wrath, stop it.”
“Oh, I get it,” he continued. “The clairvoyants are illiterate because they were only brought up to read tarot cards and tea leaves.
“Booth, the tarot is a time-honored practice andshould be treated with respect.”
“So’s the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna push away from my turkey and mashed potatoes to stand outside with all the other idiots and freeze my nuts off to watch Snoopy float by.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s important to me to have a non-traditional ceremony that’s free of the dogma of organized religion.”
“I think someone’s karma musta run over this chick’s dogma.”
“Oh my god, Daddy Cakes, I’m going to murder you before this ceremony even starts.”
He smiled. “Look, we can get married at the Hunka Hunka Burnin’ Love Chapel in Vegas by the King himself if it’s your heart’s desire. I don’t give a fuck. If you want this, then we’ll have it, and I promise I’ll be nice to Goddess Becky.”
“Priestess Becky,” I corrected. “I mean, Rebecca. Goddamn it, now I’m doing it!”
Wrath let out a belly laugh, pulling me to him and kissing me. “I love you, beautiful.”
“Love you, too.” I stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry we can’t do a big, public ceremony for the world to see.”
“I never wanted that to begin with. Did you?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Nope.”
“Then, it’ll be perfect.”
“And Sundance and Taxi have assured me they have a way to keep it totally confidential, so there’s no way the Predators will catch a whiff it’s us,” I promised.
“I know, baby,” Wrath said. “I still don’t like this fuckin’ plan, you know.”
“I know.” I bit my lip. “And maybe we won’t need to do it. Maybe we’ll be able to stop Raven another way.”