Page 87 of 27 Kisses

“We are. The next question is when?”

His smile fades. “Nat says we’re booked until May. A spring wedding?—”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” Garrett stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind. And maybe I have. “Where? In Vegas?”

I wrap my arms around him. “I heard about this place called Bishop Fields. It’s the hottest venue around. And there’s an opening tomorrow.”

“We can’t possibly do it tomorrow. First off, I have no staff. I gave them the week off for Christmas.”

I smirk. “Go ahead, love, get it all out.”

“It takes weeks to plan a wedding, Aidyn— Why are you grinning like that?”

“According to Nat, everything’s covered. We just have to show up.”

“Really?” He looks dazed.

“Really.”

He narrows his eyes. “Aidyn, sweetheart? Stop talking to my employees.”

“Once we’re married, we’ll share half of everything. So after tomorrow, they’ll be my employees too.”

He rests his head against mine. “Are you sure, Aidyn? Really sure?”

“Yes, love. I’m sure.”

Garrett leans back and searches my face. “What about Lanie?”

I kiss him again. “She loves the idea.”

He still has a hard time believing everyone’s on board, so he calls Nat to confirm. After that, he doesn’t stop grinning.

I open the diner, and it seems like the entire town of Mule Creek is there.

I shake my head. “We were only closed for a few days.”

Jane kisses my cheek. More surprisingly, I let her. “That’s not why everyone’s here, Christy.”

I glare at the full house. We’re going to run out of food. “Why are they here?”

“You’re kidding, right? Grumpy Aidyn Christy is in love. Everyone wants to see this amazing phenomenon.”

“Hmph. Well, they’re a little late. I’ve been in love with Garrett for the last seven years. I hope they don’t expect me to change or, God forbid, be nice.”

She laughs.

I shake my head and get back to work. “Damn nosy people.”

“You’re in a good mood, so?—”

The day was too good to last. “What?”

“I just feel like I should confess. I mean, I should confess to Garrett, but it might land softer coming from you.” She smiles, and whatever she’s done, she’s not sorry for it.

“You want me to do your dirty work?”