Page 83 of Grand Escape

I’d been adamant that I didn’t care what religion we practiced. Little did Cal know, but Adam and I would be raising a Jewish family sooner rather than later.

Adam had promised me big family dinners and a lifetime of antics. To me, it sounded like our life would be like in the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding. A boisterous extended family wasn’t something I was raised with, but the idea of going to family dinners was intriguing to me. We’d never had them growing up, but I’d heard enough about them to secretly want them.

“What are you doing here?” Cal asked, using two fingers to point from his eyes to Adam, signaling he was watching him.

“Don’t worry, I cleared it with Mom.”

“What did I tell you? The favorite child,” Cal said, cocking his head toward my soon-to-be husband.

“Go,” Adam said to him. “Go back to Soph. Mom looked like she was ready to claw her eyes out.”

“Shit.” His face scrunched with worry, Cal hurried off.

“Ad, what are you doing here?” I asked, my words coming out part breathy, part relieved.

“Come here,” he said.

Gladly slipping into Adam’s embrace, I relaxed as his arms wrapped around me and held me tight.

“Had to feel you. See you. Be with you,” he whispered.

His lips brushed along my hairline as he placed tiny kisses everywhere his mouth could reach.

“Love you,” he said before kissing my lips.

“We’re getting married,” I said into his mouth.

“Damn fucking straight.”

This made me laugh. Typical Adam ... tender one second, bossy the next.

His hand slid inside my robe, tugging down my strapless bra so he could pinch my nipple. When I moaned, he kissed me again to swallow the sound, his tongue meeting mine.

“I have to get dressed,” I finally said as his mouth lowered to my breast.

“One minute. I’m busy.”

“Later,” I said as I stepped back.

Adam closed the space between us again. “Now and later.”

I couldn’t help the smile spreading across my face. The man was insatiable. “This is what got us into trouble in the first place.”

“If this is trouble, I like it too much to give it up,” he said, taunting me by running a finger down my cleavage. “I like this glitter.”

“If you keep rubbing it, it will all come off and Brianna will kill me.”

“Can’t have that,” he said, pulling me in for a hug.

“We’re going to freaking rainy London on our honeymoon,” I whispered into his neck. “We can do it all day.”

This got a laugh from him.

We decided since we spent half the year in the Caymans and the other half in Michigan, we’d travel somewhere else and sightsee for our honeymoon. Although this year, we would need to spend the winter in Michigan, so I was rethinking the whole idea of going to a rainy place for our honeymoon.

“Did you call the doctor again?” he asked.

“Ad, I’m fine. Women have babies in the jungle. I’m sure a flight and a stay in a five-star hotel isn’t going to hurt me.”

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