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“What is it?” he asks.

“Open it and you’ll find out.” She reaches across to mirror his earlier face-tapping with her tongue firmly wedged in her cheek.

He opens the lid of the box and casts it aside to pull a photo album out. The thick cover is navy and plain. I gasp as he flips it open.

“Oh my gosh, Saff.” My fingers come up to cover my mouth. I want to curse her. “I managed to not cry through that whole damn ceremony, even when Cam recited his own personal vows, dammit. You’re a cruel woman to try and make me bawl now.”

She laughs wickedly, but my attention is on the images as Cam flicks through the pages. Endless photos of the pair of us; way back to the first time she visited The Juniper, and he gave us both the tour. There’s a photo of us standing at the top landing, me looking down to the floors below, and Cam’s yearning gaze pinned to me. Another of him holding me up, my legs wrapped around him, and sheer joy on my face. And more from every time we’ve seen her over the last few years.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.” I grasp her face in my hands and plant a kiss on her lips.

“You’re most welcome. We should have some good ones from today, too. And if you need a photographer for Cam’s wedding present, you know who to ask.” She waggles her brows salaciously.

“What?” I turn to look at Cam, who’s baring his teeth at Saff. “What’s she talking about? I thought we weren’t doing presents.”

“Mrs Macleod,” Cam whispers against my lips as he squeezes me tight. “I can’t believe I got you to the altar. Even yesterday, I thought you might run away.”

“Where would I go? If I was going to run away, it would be with you, Cam.” I reach up and cup my hands over his cheeks.

Our wedding day has been beautiful. We’ve been surrounded with family and friends. Even my mum came along. Although, it took Cam arranging everything to convince her to come; even putting her up in a fancy B&B down the road.

For a day I never saw in my future, it’s turned out to be everything I ever could have dreamt of. Becky took care of all the details once we’d made some decisions. I only had to turn up, put on a dress, and say my vows to my husband.My husband. That’s never going to get old.

“I think our guests are going to think we’ve run away if we don’t get out there soon.” I straighten the skirt of my dress, making sure it doesn’t look like my husband just had it held up around my waist while he fucked me over the chaise lounge when we were supposed to be ‘freshening up’.

“Do we have to go back out there? I just want to take you home.” His voice is gruff.

“Yes, we do. I want to dance and see all the people who have come all this way to celebrate. I’ve not had the chance to thank everyone for coming yet. And I really should have a proper catch-up with Mum. I’ve not seen her since The Juniper opening party.”

He huffs out a sigh. “It’s just you look so hot in your wedding dress. I need you.”

“You’ve just had me. That will tide you over for a few hours until we can get away.” I pat his cheek. “And we have to eat–the menu and the cake is the thing we spent the most time making the decisions on.”

“True. I just can’t wait to show you your wedding present.”

“Cam,” I exclaim. “You didn’t need to get me anything. I have everything I need with you at my side.” I draw in a deep breath, relishing the freedom and joy that comes from being loved and loving someone in return.

“I know, love. This is just something extra so we can have fun, even when we’re staying up here.” His grin is salacious, and excitement bubbles up from my stomach as I wonder what it could be.

“You can show it to me later.”