Page 164 of Dangerous Encore
"Next Saturday as in the day after thisFriday?"
Henods.
"That's fivedaysaway."
Henods.
"That's…that'ssoon."
"You want tobackout?"
"No."
"Good. I've already got Carrie coming in Friday on a first-classticket."
"Yeah?"
He nods. "She wants to know if she's your maid ofhonor."
I laugh. "That's Carrie. But are we… it's only a dozenguests."
"We don't have to appoint anyoneofficially."
"Ethanwon'tmind?"
Mal shakes his head. "Iaskedhim."
"Yeah?" Just us in front of our friends. No bridesmaids or groomsmen. Not because no one deserves it. Because everyone deserves it, and how would we ever pick. And—"You need that muchattention?"
Mal chuckles. "Ofcourse."
"Egomaniac."
"Thank you, baby." He slides his arms around my waist." "Wren will be at the ceremony.Atfive."
"At sunset." Oh no. "You're going to hold me to that five orgasms before midnight thing,aren'tyou?"
He shrugs,playingcoy.
But I don'tbuythat.
Heis.
"Saturday at sunset. That's… that's perfect." I throw my arms around myfiancé.
He squeezes me tighter. "I love you so much,Lacey."
"I loveyoutoo."
* * *
The next threedays are a blur. Alterations. Jewelry. Shoes. Second alterations. Hair. Makeup. Lingerie. A swimsuit for our honeymoon. Another. A few dresses, a pair of shorts, sometanktops…
Morelingerie.
Another try at makeup, because this is too fucking much for thebeach.
Friday afternoon, I pick up my dress. It's stillperfect.
