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His shoulders relax, and he grins. “Got it, boss.”

I’m glad I got started on prep because Garrett calls at noon, sounding nervous, and says he wants me to meet him at the event hall.

Before I go, I have a talk with Lanie because, no matter what, I’m ready to do this. I want to make sure she’s on board.

I make it to Bishop Fields ten minutes early. Garrett’s Lexus is in the parking lot. There are no other cars, which isn’t surprising since they’re closed.

The doors are locked, so I call Garrett to let me in.

“Thanks for coming.” He leads me into the building and gives me a quick kiss.

“Hold on, love. You can do better than that.”

He smiles, and some of the tension in his body eases. Pulling me into his arms, he kisses me like he means it. “Hi.”

“Hi. That was much better.”

He rests his forehead against mine. “Sorry. I’ve been a little tense.”

“I’ve noticed. Everything okay?”

“Everything’s great. Come on. I have something to show you.”

Garrett takes my hand and leads me to a large storage room. It’s full of chairs and tables and wedding supplies. Those are the normal things. Off to one side is the TARDIS. But it’s not the only oddity in the room. There seems to be entire shelves dedicated to various things from different themed weddings.

I pick up a coaster that saysWINTER IS COMING. “AGame of Throneswedding?”

He laughs. “We’ve had more than one this year.”

There are lightsabers, Micky Mouse ears and tiaras, and an altar made of gold fabric and olive branches.

“What was your strangest wedding?”

“Not countingDoctor Who?” He glances around the room and picks up a bowler with metal gears on it. “Steampunk Mary Poppins.”

“Wow, that is…interesting. But why are you showing me this?”

He shrugs. And I wonder if I’m going to have to drag a proposal out of him. “Let’s sit in the TARDIS.”

I follow him in, and there’s barely any room. It’s not made for two bigger-than-average men. When he’s quiet for longer than I can stand, I huff out a breath. “What is it, love?”

“Remember Mac and Rainn’s wedding?”

“I do. You weren’t talking to me at the time.”

He rests his head against mine. “Sorry about that. It’s just…they were getting married, for the second time, I might add.”

“Does a Vegas wedding really count though?”

He takes my hand and kisses my fingers. “I was jealous. Everyone was getting married, and I wanted—” He stops and shakes his head.

“Go on. Don’t be shy.” I tip his chin. “Everyone was getting married, and you couldn’t even tell anyone you had a boyfriend. Am I close?”

“Very close.”

“Is that when you bought the ring?”

His startled eyes meet mine. “You know about the ring?”