Page 96 of Perfectly Wedded

I turn to Sloan and slip my hands around her waist—just as my phone rings in my pocket.

My stomach flips when I see the name on the screen. “It’s Dr. Phillips.” Why would he be calling on the weekend? “Should I answer it?”

“If you don’t, I will,” Sloan says, trying to steal the phone from me.

Guess that’s my cue to answer. “What’s up, Doc?” I say, dropping our bags in the living room. “Don’t tell me you’re working on a Saturday.”

“Not if I can help it, but this was too important. I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”

I chuckle. “Well, only our wedding night.” Sloan stifles a laugh as I turn on the speakerphone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he says, clearly embarrassed. “This is NOT that urgent!”

“As long as it’s good news, you’ve got exactly one minute,” I half joke. I’m counting down the seconds until I can finally have this woman all to myself.

“I thought you’d want to know right away. I just got news that the insurance company approved our appeal. Sloan’s medicine will be fully covered.”

“Are you serious?” I burst out as Sloan claps her hands over her mouth and silently screams.

“Hopefully that was worth the interruption,” he adds.

“We’re both thrilled,” I say with a laugh, throwing my arms around Sloan and lifting her off the ground.

“I’ll let you get to more important matters. Enjoy the rest of your night—and don’t worry, no more calls from me.”

I hang up and turn to Sloan, who’s watching me with a knowing grin.

“I think you were more worried about this than I was,” she says.

I let out a long exhale and rub the back of my neck. “All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy and healthy. I could do something about the first, but the second was harder.”

“Nothing makes me happier than being with you,” she says, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“Now, where were we?” I say, nuzzling my nose into the curve of her neck. My lips trail over her skin, leaving a line of kisses across her collarbone.

My phone rings again. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I growl, pulling my phone from my pocket. “It’s Brax. We’re ignoring it.”

“No!” Sloan shouts. “What if it’s about my sister? Or the baby?”

I sigh. “Okay, fine. I’ll give him five minutes, but that’s it.” I turn on the video call, and Brax’s face fills the screen. “This better be important.”

“Don’t blame me,” Brax says. “I was overruled.”

The phone is yanked away, and suddenly Jaz, Tate, and Leo are all there, battling for screen time. “Turn the phone around so I can see your place,” Jaz asks.

Sloan takes the phone and shows off our quaint, one-bedroom cabin, complete with a fireplace and hot tub.

The screen jerks, and Tate’s big mug fills the frame. “I just want to state, for the record, I told them crashing your honeymoon was a terrible idea. But hey, what kind of honeymoon would it be without us barging in?”

“It would be the best day of my life,” I deadpan. “Now, if you’ll excuse us...”

“Hang on a second, I didn’t get my time.” Leo elbows Tate out of the way, giving us an unfortunate close-up of his nose. “I just wanted to give you some wedding night advice.”

“Oh, great,” I mutter. Sloan coughs out a laugh.

“For dudes who need help in the romance department,” Leo says.

“I think I’m fine in that department, thanks,” I reply.

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