“Before what?”
“Before you suggested we have sex. Now, well. Now I can’t seem to look at your body the same way.”
“So you think I’m a real guy now, Katee?”
“Yeah, definitely, and then some.”
I chuckle at that, tug on my clothes, and rake my hand through my hair to comb it.
“You can’t go out with your hair wet like that,” she says. “Hang on.” She run to the bathroom and comes back with a hair dryer. “Sit here.”
I flop into one of the chairs and she runs her fingers through my hair as she turns on the blower. Fuck, I love how she touches me. I put my hand around the chair and grip her leg, needing my hands on her, anywhere. She finishes my hair, and I stand.
“Thanks.” I scrub the top of my head. “It’s so short.”
“That’s because you got yourself all cleaned up for your wedding.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, her eyes go wide. “I…ah…” she begins, like she’s trying to retract.
“It’s okay—”
“In one week, everything will be fine, I’m sure of it,” she says quickly.
“I hope so.” Fuck man, I pray to fucking God that Ari comes to her senses and realizes what a colossal mistake it would be for us to get married.
“We should go.” Katee averts her gaze as she grabs our coats, handing mine to me.
“You ready for this?” I ask.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. But you do know I’ll probably break my damn neck, right?”
I grab her zipper and pull it to her chin. Then adjust her hat on her head. “You want to sit this one out?”
“No, I’m game.”
I give her a grin, and nudge her chin with my fist. “That’s my Katee. Always such a good sport.”
She angles her chin up. “That’s what you love about me.”
“Oh, you think that’s what I love about you,” I say, and open the door. A gust of wind whips over us and Katee shivers.
“I guess if I don’t break my neck, I’ll freeze to death. Either way, here goes nothing,” she says and steps outside.
I lock up behind us, and put my arm around her to keep her warm as we head to breakfast. We enter the restaurant and Katee moans.
“Ohmigod, Luke. This place smells divine.” We step up to the counter, and Katee’s eyes practically glaze over as she takes in all the breakfast sweets.
More people pile in behind us. “The place is packed. Why don’t you find us a table, and I’ll grab us something.”
She nods and peels off her coat as she moves through the crowd. I put an order in for two coffees and crepes, as well as a pastry with sugar-coated raspberries on it. I pay for the food, and make my way through the crowd to find Katee. She’s sitting at a table with another couple, which takes me by surprise.
“Hey,” I say and take my coat off. I put it over my chair and sit.
“Luke, this is Becca and Trey. They saw me searching and offered us their table. They’re here on their honeymoon too. They’re both from Canada.”
Trey’s mouth drops open as he looks at me. “Wait, aren’t you—”
Shit, I never expected anyone to know me, but Canadians do love their hockey. I shake the guy’s hand. “Yes, and it’s nice to meet you Trey.”
“How long have you been here?” Becca asks, before she takes a sip of her coffee.