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No formal wedding photographs have been released, but the prime minister posted a single picture to his official social media accounts.

The couple will honeymoon in an undisclosed location for a week. The prime minister and his new wife will return to Ottawa after the Canada Day weekend.

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Lachlan

The reception endsat five in the afternoon with a final toast to the bride and groom. Gavin and Ellie take the first gondola down, and from there, a fresh security detail will accompany them to their honeymoon on Tree Top Island, a private property in the Salish Sea owned by Gavin’s parents.

As soon as the PM and his bride are gone, I dispatch Hugh to check himself out of the hotel and head up the highway and get us checked in to the cabin I’ve rented for our retreat from the world.

Beth and I wait until everyone is gone, and the catering staff are almost done cleaning up, then we make our departure, too.

We swing past the hotel to collect our bags and quietly check out a night early. We change out of our fancy clothes, too, since we can.

The cabin is part of a low-key resort further up the highway toward Whistler that appealed to me because the cabins were rustic but also modern and comfortable, and one in particular was promised to be private, at the end of a gravel lane.

But there are some amenities, including a cafe near the entrance to the resort, and this is where we meet Hugh, in the parking lot.

He’s leaning back against the trunk of his rental when I pull up beside him. Beth leaps out and wraps herself around him, and the sight of his strong arms hauling her close gets my blood pumping.

Yes.

Mine.

I slide my phone out of my pocket and take a picture of them, their foreheads pressed together as he whispers something wicked. The look on his face tugs hard at my heart.

I grab our bags, then he points the way past the cafe and down the lane. Our cabin is, as promised, private, and when Hugh opens the door, Beth gasps.

From the outside, it’s a quaint, shingled cottage.

Inside, it’s newly renovated. Whitewashed walls, a window seat surrounded by bookshelves, flowers on the old steamer trunk that doubles as a coffee table. It’s a spartan but stunning living space that blends seamlessly into a modern kitchen at the back. And through an open door to the only sleeping space, we see a king-sized bed, covered in a white duvet.

A one-bedroom cottage, perfect for three lovers.

I carry our bags in there and set them on a wide bench in front of the window, which is open, letting the breeze in through the screen. Outside, it’s still light out, but it’s getting late. The shadows are long and the forest is starting to come alive with the faint sounds of bugs and birds and small animals.

In the near distance, a rushing river adds to the soundtrack.

“Amazing place,” Beth says as she winds her arms around my waist.

I tip her head up and kiss her. “Amazing company.”

Hugh joins, his hands behind his back. “What should we do first?”

Beth twists around to kiss him, too. “Me. Tonight, I want you both.”

Heat rockets through me. “At the same time?”

She nods.

“I was hoping you’d say that. I came prepared.” Hugh holds out a box, neatly tied with a fat satin bow. Beth takes it from him, but he covers her hands with his. “But you need to wait until we finish unpacking.”

“But…” Her fingers flutter at the ribbon. “Is it what I think it is?”

“Put it down, beautiful.”

“Is it lube?”

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