Page 62 of One Wealthy Wedding

I open and suck the spoon into my mouth. His eyes flare as he watches me, and wow. The cake is really good. A soft sound of approval comes from my throat. The lychee flavor is strong, and the cake is perfectly tender.

“Good, right?” He’s smiling crookedly at me.

“Incredible,” I admit.

“Let’s try another one. But me first, to make sure it’s not poisoned.” He unwraps the second package to reveal a single berry tart. Theo’s eyes flutter shut when he tastes it. “Lemon raspberry.” He gives me a small bite, and I sigh with happiness.

“I never do things like this.” The words slip out, and Theo stills.

“Never eat dessert?”

I shake my head. Eat dessert, try new experiences, live for myself. All things that are new to me. “That’s why I have the list.”

“Eat dessert every day should be on it. I can supply the dessert, even. As long as I get half.”

“Magnanimous of you,” I say solemnly.

“Let’s see it, then.” He raises his brows.

Do I really want to show him this? I dig through my school bag on the counter for the worn piece of paper. Theo has done so much, and this list is pathetic. Is he going to judge me? Hell, I judge myself.

Before I can chicken out, I slap the paper down on the table, making sure he can’t see the back. There’s no way I’m letting him see those items, much less help with them.

“Tread water for five minutes. Nice. See the sunrise from a rooftop. Go streaking.” His gaze flicks up. “Streaking, eh? Wouldn’t have pegged you for the type.”

I’m so not, but it was the first thing I thought of that seemed naughty and out of character. “Don’t make fun of the list,” I say.

“Learn to cook one thing really well. Get my palm read. Learn to play poker. Dance on a table.” He holds out a hand. “Pass me a pen.”

“Why? This is my list, not yours.”

“But it’s so boring, princess. I thought you wanted to live.” He raises his brows.

I roll my eyes at his dumb nickname for me. “Fine,” I say, smacking a pencil down on the table.

Theo crosses out dancing on a table and in the margins writes dance with my husband. “Stay out all night. Hell yes. Do something bad and don’t get in trouble.” He grins at me. “Catherine, you naughty girl. What kind of bad thing were you thinking? Because I can tell you right now, skydiving naked is a terrible idea. Even with the jockstrap, my privates hurt for days.”

My eyes fly wide before a laugh tears out of me. I can’t help but look at his privates and wince.

“Eyes up here, baby.”

I jerk my gaze back to his face. “I’m sorry. I just—the image of you skydiving with your junk flopping in the air.” I shrug helplessly.

“I’m glad my pain can be a source of amusement for you, wife.” Theo’s eyes glint, and a smile plays on his lips. “And it wasn’t flopping. That’s the point.”

“I swear, you are lucky to be alive.”

“I am.” He looks back down at the paper. “What kind of bad thing are we talking?”

“I don’t know. I made the list in haste, okay?”

He makes a new bullet point and writes Graffiti something small.

“Theo,” I exclaim. “Graffiti? Only if it’s artful graffiti. Nothing lewd.”

He huffs a laugh. “You’re a goody two-shoes.” He keeps writing. “Get to know my husband. Race cars. Learn to kite surf.”

I reach over to try and grab the list, but he jerks it away. “Be serious.”

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