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He looked perfect anyway.
"You like it?" he asked.
I could barely utter a word but I swallowed my awe and pursed my lips. "What do you think?" I asked.
"I think….I think it's wonderful," he said and a smile grew on his face.
"I couldn't have said it better myself," I replied.
Wonderful.
So wonderful, indeed.
11
KODY
"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" I asked Nova on the way back to town.
Within a matter of minutes I'd had my measurements taken and the suit paid for, all thanks to him. Thanks to Nova.
It wasn't as if I'd forgotten about the tux, but it hadn't been a priority. Maybe it was my way of clinging to the simple wedding I'd wanted despite how out of hand that had gotten.
Despite everything I didn't want to make a big deal out of our wedding even though I wanted nothing more than to have the most memorable time of my life. For obvious reasons, going all-out seemed contrived and wrong. But we should have thought of that before we’d hired Nova. Or more precisely, before Jenna had hired him.
"Hm…I don't know. I'll probably go out and explore a little. Unless you guys have another task you've neglected to tell me about."
"Ouch." I grimaced. "But deserved."
He chuckled.
"I promise we're not usually this bad," I said.
He raised an eyebrow and I looked back at the road, his gaze on my face making me all warm and tingly.
"Okay, maybe we are but I promise that's it. I think. Everything else should be sorted now."
"Let's hope so." He smirked.
We reached Santa's Village, the town center, and took a right toward Jenna's apartment when Nova jumped in his seat.
"Oh my God. That's right. E.S. Maxwell is doing a signing today," he said. He turned to look at me and gave me a cheeky grin. "I think I found my evening plans."
"You like Emerson's books?" I asked.
"Like them? He's one of my favorite authors. His books are so good. They're like…like a nice cozy hug by the fireplace."
And of course now all I could think of was hugging Nova in front of the toasty fire.
Would I ever escape this sweet torture of his image in my head, in my heart, in my soul? Did I have to get married to get rid of it or would it haunt me for the rest of my life?
"Wait a minute, you know him? You called him Emerson."
I chuckled. "I do. Not well, but he's been by the pub a few times and we've talked."
"OMG. No way. Although, of course you do. He lives here. Everyone knows each other."
I looked at him through narrowed eyes, trying to mask my amusement, although how successful I was, I didn't know. "I'm surprised you didn't bump into him at Gingerbread Cottage."
