Page 206 of A Lick and A Promise
Knox was standing right behind me, so close, his chest was brushing my shoulder.
A shoulder he was looking over to see the scrapbook.
This was not good.
Nothing made a man run faster than a woman talking wedding, essentially, in week three of their relationship (I know, we were deeper in it, but you get me).
So, sure. It was Tod talking wedding and not me.
Samesies.
Alarmingly, Tod kept doing that talking.
“With your coloring, which is superb, and your vibe, which is very close to Raye’s, I’m having trouble locking down a color selection and overall theme that will be new and unique. But don’t worry. Once we get Alexis and Jacob through their day, I’ll be able to concentrate better.”
The scrapbook was open, and Knox was still staring at it.
When Tod quit talking, Knox’s deep voice sounded.
“The one with the lace plates mixed with the one with the candles, and all that fluffy grass and wicker shit.”
My mouth dropped open.
I turned to see Tod now looking down at the scrapbook (Jacques, incidentally, was too), tapping his finger to his lips, through which he said, “I’m seeing it.”
I shifted my attention to the mood pictures in the book.
Holy shit!
Knox chose perfectly.
My man reached beyond me and turned the page.
Both sides were covered in a dizzying array of fabric swatches.
He then said, “No color. Luna’s aesthetic is pure. Serene. She finds the beauty in neutral.”
HOLY SHIT!
He nailed it.
My guy so totally knew me.
I was gonna cry.
I might even sob.
While I deep breathed, Tod was tugging off any swatch that had the minutest color, tossing them to the courtyard grass, leaving us with creams, beiges, soft tans, the most delicate of peaches and the palest of yellows.
“Like that?” Tod asked Knox.
“That’s it,” Knox declared.
Tod slapped the book closed. “Done.” He looked at me. “Get a cocktail and sit down, girlie. It might be a long night.”
He then sauntered away, taking my dog with him.
I turned to face my guy.
