Page 18 of Secrets

“Looks like we’re stuck inside again today. Do you need to get to the cafeteria?” he asked.

“I’m off today,” she smiled.

“What a shame,” he smirked. “Maybe we should just stay in bed today.”

“Twist my arm,” she laughed.

It was exactly what they did. They lay in bed the entire day, making love, talking, making plans for the future. Occasionally, one of them would get up and get some food or something to drink but just being in one another’s arms was what they needed today.

“Millicent? Will you marry me? Soon.”

“Today,” she grinned.

“Today? Don’t you want to plan a wedding? Get a dress? Choose your rings?”

“I don’t need all of that,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve known for a while now that you would be the man I’d marry. Even Martha said you were the right choice for me. I’m not a girl who needs all the glitz and glamor of a wedding. A simple ceremony where we can say our vows, and that’s it.”

“Let me text Mama Irene, and we can at least get Megan and Sage to show us the rings they have. You deserve something beautiful. Something big that tells the world how much I love you.” She kissed him sweetly, laying her head against his chest.

“You’ve already done that just by being beside me.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” said the priest. “You may kiss your bride.”

The cafeteria erupted in applause as Trevon lifted his new wife, kissing her, spinning her around. Her bouquet of freshly cut flowers from the garden was wrapped in a pink velvet ribbon, a matching ribbon in her hair.

She wore a simple cream-colored dress that Gwen gave to her, and Avery, Keegan, and Winter did her hair, nails, and makeup. For Trevon, it was a pair of linen trousers and button-down shirt. Nothing fancy. Nothing crazy.

Except the four-carat emerald on her finger, surrounded by diamonds. It was an Art Deco piece that Megan had been saving for years for just the right buyer.

“Congratulations, brother,” said Tailor, slapping his back. “You could have given a little more notice, but no one had a damn thing going on today.”

“When she said yes, and let’s do it now, I didn’t want to wait for her to change her mind,” he laughed.

“That girl won’t change her mind, brother. She loves you with all her heart. You just be sure you take care of her.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Speaking of worry. Any news on when the brother’s testifying?” Tailor, Alec, and Max frowned, shaking their heads.

“Nothing yet, but you’ll be one of the first to know.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Trevon promised Millicent that when all the trials were over and done, they would go somewhere for their honeymoon.

“Anywhere in the world you want to go,” he said, holding her tightly.

“I think I want to go to New York City. Maybe just see a Broadway show, have a nice dinner, see the Statue of Liberty.”

“That’s all,” he grinned.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I’ve never been anywhere except Indiana, Illinois, and specifically Chicago, now here. Anywhere would be new for me.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he smiled. “I’m going to head out to the northwest gardens and check on the seeds I planted last month. They should be sprouting by now, although around here we could have full blooms for all I know.” He kissed her cheek, leaving her inside the restaurant, and walked out with Noelle to visit the gardens.

At the morning meeting, Gaspar, Nine, Ian, and Ghost took the reins, offering up a number of jobs that the team would be focusing on going forward. Nine looked at Trak, who seemed distracted, staring out the windows.

“Trak? You good, brother?”

“I am. She is not,” he said, nodding toward Victoria. “Angel and I have been trying to talk with her daily. I think she believed that Hayes would contact her, but he has not. She doesn’t understand that when a man’s mind is made up, that’s generally it.”

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