Page 80 of Witching You Mistletoe and Mayhem

Then she paused in front of the car, reaching for an envelope tucked under the wiper blade. The wordsMr. and Mrs. Delaneywere printed across the cream-colored parchment.

“What’s inside?” I asked.

Valerie pulled out a Christmas card.

Happy Holidays from your friends at Sacred Spell Resort.

Come back soon!

A single photo slipped out—us on our wedding day, standing under the beach pavilion. Valerie’s hair was wild, her tank top streaked with mud as she clutched a bouquet in her fist. I looked worse—shirt partially torn, my finger red and angry. But we were looking at each other, the sunlight gold over the horizon.

“They had cameras in the ceiling,” Valerie said, her nose wrinkling. “I should have known.”

“I think we should frame it.”

She whimpered. “But my hair.”

“Was a mess. So was I.” I tapped the photo. “I still couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

She laughed softly. “Yeah, me either. But don’t think that just because I have a ring now and there was some photography that we’re finished.” She pointed a finger in my face. “You still owe me a honeymoon.”

I plucked the card from her fingers. “Lucky for you, I know the perfect place. Already paid for. It was included in our bill.”

She gasped. “You’re just telling me now that there’s an all-expenses-paid beach vacation in my future?”

“I thought you loved winter. Ice. Shoveling. Numb fingers.” I caught her hands against my chest, warmth pooling fromme into her.

Her eyelids fell to half-mast as she leaned into me. “Don’t distract me with your magic hands, Delaney. Take me to the beach!”

“The flights are already booked. This time, we only need one hut—and I have to warn you…” I grinned. “There will be team-building exercises.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her laughter puffing against my throat like warm air in the snow. “Best. Honeymoon. Ever.”

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