Page 147 of Fall I Want
Almost on cue, his phone dings. He unlocks it and reads the screen.
“My father has decided to cancel his island wedding,” Zane says.
“Oh no. Are he and Silvia okay?”
“They’re great.” He smiles. “Silvia wants to get married at the resort in Cozy Hollow. They’re loving it there.” Zane laughs.
“Really? When?”
“Tomorrow.”
I take a few steps forward. “So that means I get you to myself for the rest of the day without interruptions?”
He nods. “That’s a fucking promise.”
I pull the Moleskine notebook from my travel bag and sit at the bar top as Zane pulls eggs and bacon from the fridge, then makes me a perfect cup of coffee.
I start by adding the date to the corner of the page, then I write.
How did this happen?
I married Mr. Dreamy.
I’m so damn lucky.
Smiling, I shut the book and set the pen on top. I haven’t missed a day of writing poems about Zane and never plan to. Not for the rest of my life.
“Can I read them one day?” he asks, handing me a cup of French pressed coffee.
“I’ll trade you. One haiku in exchange for reading one of mine.”
He laughs. “You should’ve never told me that. How many do I need to write to catch up with you?”
“A lot.”
“Guess I better get started, then.”
Chapter 35
Zane
After twenty-four hours of uninterrupted time, Autumn and I travel back to the resort at Cozy Hollow. When we arrive, luxury vehicles fill the valet parking lot. Autumn is wearing a gorgeous brown dress, and her hair is pulled half-up. We hold a silent conversation as we walk down the sidewalk. If this weren’t my father’s wedding, I’d lift her over my shoulder and carry her back to the car.
The thought makes me chuckle. She lifts her brow as I open the door for her and we move toward the ballroom.
“You’re telling me later,” she whispers as we pass security.
“I’ll show you,” I warn.
She chews on her bottom lip and I grab her hand as we enter the chapel at the resort, which is just for weddings.
I suck in a ragged breath. Autumn stops me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You tensed as soon as we entered.”
No one else would’ve noticed or cared. It’s how I know it’s different with Autumn. She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me. I pull her closer to me, holding her tight. “Mr. Dreamy once told me the only way to make a ghost disappear is to acknowledge them. Or maybe it was my sister.” She chuckles. “Or Blaire.”
