Page 82 of Lucky Star

“Sarah?”

The uncertainty in his voice had me forgetting all of the schedules and tactics and strategies I’d been sorting through in my mind. “Yes?”

“Don’t laugh, but I think I want to marry you here. As soon as we can.”

“Here?” My question came out as a squeak, but as I considered it, in many ways getting married in Eagle Harbour made sense.

“If my sisters taught me anything, it’s that you’ve probably had your perfect wedding planned since you were six years old, but maybe you could consider this idea, too? I’d give anything to make you happy, but the last few days the idea sort of stuck in my head and I haven’t been able to shake it.”

I laughed. “Cameron Scott, it’s like you don’t even know me! Do I look like the type of woman who planned her wedding when she was six years old?”

He peered at me out the side of his yes. “Well, you are a woman.”

I smacked his arm. “Besides, if I had planned my wedding when I was that old, I’d be marrying Zach Morris, and dancing my first dance to New Kids on the Block. I like your idea much, much better.” I launched myself into his arms and planted a series of quick, joyful kisses all over his face.

He held me tight, returning them with equal parts glee and heat.“I was thinking New Year’s Eve sounded good.”

Oh wow, that was fast. Obviously, I hadn’t understood his meaning. I’d thought with us being in Vancouver for filming we’d fly over for a quick wedding on the beach and then fly back when filming resumed. Now, it occurred to me this wasn’t some half-baked plan. When Cameron had said the idea had stuck with him, he hadn’t been exaggerating. He’d thought it through and had done some calculations of his own in regard to our respective schedules.

“We could do it here, literally. Alex checked, and we can rent the house for the rest of the winter from Thad. We could have the ceremony on the beach out front. It might be freezing and wet, but it might not.” We’d learned there was no use planning around an Eagle Harbour winter. Since we’d been here we’d experienced freezing sleet, torrential rain, and warm, clear days. “If the weather turns nasty we move inside in front of the fireplace. It doesn’t have to be a big thing. Some of our friends have already said they’ll come up.”

“Wait, what?” I bolted upright and stared at him, my jaw slack.

“Um, so, don’t get mad, but I kind of called Mike and told him what I was thinking. You know, ran it past him to see if I was being crazy.” He laughed, a low sexy rumble. “He reminded me that when it comes to you, I tend to lose my head. He also said to tell you to go easy on me because I’m making up for lost time and can’t seem to help myself. But yeah, texts have been coming in all week. If we get married on New Year’s Eve, we’ll have at least ten friends from back home.”

“When did you … how did you?”

“You tend to take really long showers,” he answered, as if that explained everything. “Like I said, once I got the idea in my head, it kind of got stuck there. When I couldn’t shake it, I started investigating if it was even possible. I didn’t want to deprive you of a real wedding, but I really want to marry you. Now. So, I made some calls.”

I let the situation settle in my mind, looked at it from every vantage point. We’d effectively gone public less than two weeks ago, and for the better part of this week he’d been planning our wedding.

“Out of curiosity, when were you thinking of telling me all this?”

He had the good grace to look sheepish. “Remember that time I proposed to you quite suddenly, but it turned out I already had my grandmother’s ring?”

I did remember, and the memory of him walking into my house with that ring never failed to take my breath away.

“I know what I want, and it’s you. All this other stuff is just the icing on the cake. If I had to give it all up tomorrow, that’d be okay because I’d still have you.”

“It’s just a bit much to take in all at once,” I said, scooting away. “You have a habit of blindsiding me. I need some time to catch up with the things you’ve already figured out.”

“I know,” he replied with a resigned sigh. “I’d planned to bring it up once we were in Vancouver and I had a better idea of what our schedules looked like and whether I could actually pull it off. We already know Broderick plans to shut down from Christmas to the third of January since Shanna put her foot down on that one.”

Five years ago, Broderick had disappeared from Christmas dinner with her extended family to go through edits with the sound mixer on the movie he was working on at the time. “I was working for her back then, and I remember the fallout from that. Once Breaking Point premiered, she told him she’d reached her breaking point, and if he ever skipped out on Christmas dinner again, he’d be speaking with her lawyer.”

“I think he’s slightly afraid of her.”

“He should be. She’s a force of nature.” I smiled fondly. “Who else knows what you’ve been putting together?” I asked, switching our conversation back to the topic at hand.

He laughed again, and I knew I was in for a few more shocks. “Everyone here, of course. I had to ask Alex if we could rent the house for longer, and then I had to find out if there was anything special we needed to do to get married in Canada. Stewart assured me all we need is a marriage license, which can be purchased at the district office. It takes like twenty minutes and it stays good for three months. And then when I was surfing with Hal the morning you met Drea for breakfast, I asked him about supplying the beer, and then Drea texted me later that afternoon to tell me if I managed to pull this off, she’d take care of the catering. At this point, practically all we need to do is show up.”

I let it all sink in. He’d planned our entire wedding and I’d had no clue.

“I want to marry you; you want to marry me. There’s nothing stopping us.”

When he put it like that, how could I argue? “I know, but … doesn’t it seem sudden?”

“You should be thanking me for not throwing you over my shoulder and carting you off to city hall the second you said yes. I love you, Sarah, and I want to start our life together. Is that so wrong?”

It was becoming increasingly clear to me that for the rest of my life, I should expect wonderful, spontaneous, out-of-this-world surprises from Cameron. He wasn’t a foolish man prone to flights of fancy or irresponsible actions. Sure, he could be impulsive, but he knew his own mind.

He was a man who committed to everything he did, and apparently that included making me his wife.

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