Page 30 of Lumberjack Bride

“Well, good,” he says. “I won’t feel bad about doing the same to you.”

I look down my body. I’m wearing his large, blue flannel shirt and nothing else. “You like it when I wear your shirts?”

He tears a few burned strips of bacon in half and drops them into Pearl’s bowl by his foot. “You know I love it,” he says.

“Just checking.” I turn my head and bury my nose in his collar, inhaling a deep breath of his scent. “Always reminds me of that first weekend.”

“Me, too.”

Leo walks over with two plates and sets one down in front of me. “For you, my wife.”

I grin at the plate. Fried eggs, bacon, and buttered toast. The breakfast of champions or, in our case, the lazy breakfast of those who have been fucking all night and just kinda need a break.

“Thank you, my husband,” I say.

He shoves a piece of toast in his mouth, taking a huge bite, as his phone rings on the table. We pause, our eyes flicking in its direction, but neither of us moves to answer it.

“Probably Bobby,” he mutters.

“Bobby knows better than to call a guy the morning after his wedding, right?” I ask.

He chuckles. “I doubt it.”

The phone rings again. I furrow my brow.

Leo finishes his toast. “Just ignore it. We’re on our honeymoon. Also, we’re naked, so…”

I laugh. “And?”

“And you don’t answer the phone while you’re naked.”

“Says who?”

“Says everyone.”

I bite my smirking lip. “So…” I run my bare foot up his leg, settling it between his thighs just a few inches shy of his groin. “What you’re saying is… we don’t have to acknowledge the outside world at all as long as one of us — or both — stay naked?”

He smiles as he looks down my shirt again. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

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