Honeymoon Hideaway
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I laugh.
He doesn’t.
“Let’s get dressed. Apparently with him here, being naked is a safety hazard.” He pulls on his boxers and climbs on the bed, hovering over me. “Shortcut. You know, for safety reasons.” He pecks me on the lips as he climbs back off and jogs to the restroom.
“Can you get my dress?” I holler after him.
“Already got it.” He tosses it on the bed as he slides on his slacks and a too-tight white tee with “bride” across the front.
I let out a chuckle. “Want this one back?” I lift the black groom’s shirt up off the floor.
“Nah. You keep it.” He lifts my gown. “Looks like Burt had an early morning snack.” He points to the material now in shreds. “The shirt is long enough, but just in case, take this—” He throws his white button-down my way. “And tie it around your waist.”
“Good idea.” I jump out of bed to get ready, but Grant pulls me over and gives me one last kiss.
In this moment, everything around us disappears. So, I fall—hard. My senses are being seduced, and I can no longer think straight. Soft and slow, he comforts every single fear.
Relaxing into his arms, I let him start a fire that ignites a promise of realness. A promise that this kiss doesn’t end here. A promise that is sealed with each beat of his heart spoken into my chest.
Thump – I’m here.
Thump-thump – I’m staying.
His body loosens. His arms touch my shoulders as he pushes himself away. His promise imbeds into my soul.
We stand like this for a few minutes until our responsibilities come knocking at the door—literally.
“Kid? Juju? You in there?” Aunt Dottie rasps behind
the closed door.
“Is she for real right now?” Grant kisses the top of my forehead.
“Maybe she has a key?” I say as I fold my hands together. As much as I don’t want this to end, I would rather move it back to my place.
“Hopefully.” Grant points to the goat. “I still want to know how he got in here.” He shakes his head.
“Dottie! The door is stuck,” he shouts.
“Juju—no need to shout,” she rattles on. “I’m on the other side of the door, not deaf.”
“Don’t mind her. She probably missed her morning smoke break.” I chuckle, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Looking for Burt?”
“Hold on,” she rasps.
We hear metal on metal as the knob begins to turn. The door flies open, and we jump back.
“Ta-da.” Aunt Dottie stands there, arms wide, jazz hands wiggling a gold key that looks very much like the
master.
“You didn’t?”
“I think she did.” Grant pulls me in, a silent promise that we’re in this together.
“Oh, I did.” She waltzes in and grabs the goat by the collar. “Come on, Burt. I think our work here is done.”
“Wait just a minute.” I glance up at Grant, and he touches my nose.
“So cute when you do that.” He smiles.
“Kid, I know what you’re gonna say, but that there,” she points between us, “is why I did it.”
“You locked us in here to make us fall in love?” I take a step forward. “Did you plan the blackout too? Like seriously, Dottie, that’s an invasion—”
“Wait? What did you say?” Grant interrupts.
“Not now. Do you see what this meddling old bitty just did?” I shake my finger in Aunt Dottie’s direction.
“Hey, the blackout was just a bonus in my favor.” Dottie smiles and starts to walk out. “Darla, our plan worked.” Dottie’s voice is a little lower and a tad scratchier
than normal. “Team Cupid in da house.” Dottie kisses her hand and taps the door. “Rest in peace, my friend.” She walks out, leaving the two of us standing there, confused.
“Are you saying you love me?” Grant doesn’t give up.
“What?” I swing my head around. “Did you hear what she just admitted? What she said?” I don’t wait for him to answer. “It. Was. A. Plan…”
Grant waves it off. “I think you kind of said you love me.” He stands there with a growing smile on his face.
“No, I didn’t.” I roll my eyes.
“You kind of did.” He pulls me from the entrance. “I think you do.” He smirks.
“You do?” I sigh.
“I think you feel the same way about me as I do you.” He wraps a hand around my waist, and then the other, pulling me in tight. I couldn’t run away even if I wanted to. “You love me,” he admits.
“I do? We do?”
“Yes, we do.” Grant brings his hand up to cup my face. “I do.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Grant Foster is saying he loves me.
I jot down a little mental list. This isn’t real. It’s the situation.
The blackout.
Trapped in a room.
The sex.
Lots and lots of sex.
Lots and lots of great sex.
“I know what you’re doing.” Grant taps the side of my head. “Add this to the list.” He pulls back as he looks me in the eyes. “I loved you before I even met you.”
“How?”
“Let’s just say where my grandmother is involved, I never stood a chance.” He smiles as he reaches inside his back pocket, pulling out all the lists.
“You can get rid of those now.” I try to reach for them, but he yanks his hand back, pulling one of the notes free. “My grandmother loved to make lists, just like you.”
“Yeah, I remember.” I smile at the memory. She’s the reason I started making them.
“This one was hers. My grandfather mailed it to me after she had her stroke.” He turns it around and places it in my hand. “Read it.”
Juju + Vegas = Forever
Set up fake casting call.
Hire Vegas.
Give her an apartment.
Make her manager to stay.
Send Juju pictures.
Tell Juju stories.
Get Juju home.
Lock them in a suite.
Ring.
Plan the biggest wedding.
Great-grand babies…lots of ’em.
“I don’t understand.” A tear rolls down my cheek as Grant catches it.
“I got this too late.” He takes my hand and folds it over the note. “They were already gone, but feelings were already there.” He brings that same hand to his mouth and places a gentle kiss. “This note brought me to you. It’s why I came.”
“Me?”
“Yes. I came here to find out why my grandparents loved you so much. I didn’t come here to sell it. I came here to give it to you. Those papers, that signature—it’s yours.”
“You did what?” I stand there dumbfounded.
“The One Stop Wedding Shop—it’s yours, if you want it.” He smiles at me and waits for the realization to kick in.
“Oh, Grant! I thought…” I step back. “The way I treated you…”
“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize.” He follows me, stepping forward. “I should have told you from the beginning, but when I met you…” He shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear.
“You got to me, Grant Foster.” I poke him in the chest.
“I did, and I knew it.” He reaches between us and laces our fingers together. “It was the only way to keep you coming back—to get under that beautiful skin of yours.”
“Well, that you did.” I lift my chin and stick out my tongue.
He tries to nip it.
“Hey!” I giggle.
“See? It was a list that brought me to you, and it was the lists that kept me here, and it was the lists that got us stuck in here.”
I roll my head back and let out a laugh. “I bet you’ve had your fill of them now.”
“Nope.” He says the one word that gets my attention. “I’m ready to make more.”
“You are?”
“Yup.”
“What
should we call this one?” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss the bottom of his chin that now has a little morning shadow.
He narrows his eyes. “Hmm? How about—Honeymoon Hideaway.”
I raise my brow. “Sounds interesting. What’s first on that list?”
“You!” He reaches for my hand, yanks me into the room, and slams the door.
“The door!” I shout.
“It’s on the list.” He winks.
If you would have told me two months ago I would be here, standing at the altar, in the One Stop Wedding Shop, I would have told you you were crazy.
Yet, here I am, standing across the aisle, smiling at the man who made this all possible. A man that is equal parts business and pleasure. A suit and a savage. Although I appreciate his clean-shaven face, I’ve also learned to love the feel of his scruff on my sensitive skin.
“I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds,” Aunt Dottie, the minister for this unusual special occasion, announces. “You may kiss your bride.” And then hollers, “Cake and Cube-N’s are on me!”
Yup, never saw myself here. Burt Reynolds, a smokin’ goat, getting married to Honey, a hen who found herself abandoned and alone after the blackout six months ago. She sashayed into the back alley and clucked her way right into Burt’s lonely heart.
Much like the way Grant Foster eased his way into mine. Little by little, list by ignored list, he won me over. I can’t contain the smile that is plastered on my face as I feel his gaze on me.
“Goat your ass over here, Mr. Foster.” I wave him over.
“What the cluck?” Grant smiles, pointing at Honey, who is now riding on the back of Burt as he struts his way over to me, mimicking a rooster.
“I always knew you were a cock.” I wink, then pull him in for a kiss.
“Mmm,” he moans, smiling against my lips. “I was thinking…what if we did something like this?”
“Well, if that’s your kink…” I reach up and run my fingers over his freshly shaven face. “I’m into cocks, but hens?” I raise my shoulders. “Not my thing.”
“My funny girl.” Grant smiles as he turns into my palm, kissing the inside of my wrist. “I got something for you.”
“You do?” My ears perk up. “I love presents.”
“Come here.” Grant pulls us from prying eyes into the connecting room flooded with candles—real ones this time.
“Did you approve this?” My eyes go wide thinking of the disaster that could strike.
He scans the room, nodding. “I did.”
“So? You’re wanting my approval?” I’m confused.
“I love it when you do that.” He taps my nose.
I roll my eyes.
“Because you don’t need my approval. We’re partners, remember—”
“But what if…?” Grant’s voice hitches.
“What are you saying?” I back up. “Are you wanting to buy me out, because, Grant—I thought we had an understanding. I thought we were in this together. Partners.”
“Baby, we are partners, but I’ve been thinking about—”
“You’re making me nervous.” I shift from foot to foot, wringing my hands together. Everything has been perfect. The business, life—us.
“Fuck it,” he mumbles, turning around and pulling something from his jacket pocket.
“Grant?” I place my hand on his back. “Is everything okay?”
Watching his body rise, then fall, he takes a deep breath before turning back around and flashing me a shaky smile. “It’s perfect,” he says as he drops to his knee, his nervous smile fading and confidence shining through.
“Grant—”
“Baby, I’ve been running around my whole life, searching for something I didn’t even know was missing, but then that list—you were there, and all it took was for me to see it—to see you,” Grant confesses.
“Lists are life, Grant.” I smile.
“I’m beginning to see that.” He winks as he pulls a bag from his suit jacket.
A bag of quarters.
“Grant…” I gasp.
“You don’t need these anymore. What you’ve been looking for is right here.” He sets the bag down and pulls out a little plastic container with a bright pink lid.
Words. I have no words as happy tears stream down my face.
“Baby, don’t cry.” He stands and catches every single one. “You are my love, my life, my partner, but will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Grant opens the little plastic container that resembles the one from my childhood, takes out a ring, and slides it onto my ring finger. “Marry me.”
“Grant…” I can’t seem to say the words. This moment is everything.
“I thought this would happen.” He winks as he pulls a little piece of paper from his shirt pocket. “This may help.”
It’s a list!
Marry Me:
Burt’s wedding.
Buy candles.
Don’t forget matches.
Grandmother’s ring.
Propose to the love of my life.
She says yes.
Get married.
Start a family.
“You forgot to mark off a few things.” I turn it around and smile.
“I was hoping you could help me with them.” Grant takes a step forward and wraps his arms around my waist. “Vegas Manilow, I love you and all your lists. Marry me.”
I look between the paper and his beautiful ocean blue eyes that shine with so much love.
“Who needs a list.” I wad up the paper and toss it over my shoulder. “Yes, Grant Foster. I’ll be honored to become your wife.” I lean in, offering not only my lips, but my heart.
“Now what?” I smile against his lips.
“Thought you would never ask.” He takes me by the hand and zig-zags his way through the chapel.
We sneak away, snickering like a couple of teens as Grant snags a chilling bottle from a holder on the way out.
“Where are we going?” I giggle, breathless from being pulled through the crowded chapel by the man of my dreams. My fiancé!
Swinging me around, he wraps me in his arms as we slowly rock back and forth. “To Honeymoon Hideaway—where it all began.”
Perfect.
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