Page 262 of A Lick and A Promise
Raye and Jessie got inspired by their wedding and had shifted full bore into planning their own.
Byron had met the kids, and he’d been over twice that week to have dinner with Dream and her brood.
Dream had reported that these were her favorite nights, “Not to be selfish or anything, but it’s a lot easier putting them to bed when someone helps. But mostly, it’s super nice to have someone to talk to after they’re down, and that someone being an adult.”
I had no kids, but I could totally see that.
Onward with the update…
Brady had not made a move on Gemma.
Lan had also not made a move on Joey.
Liam further had made no moves on Shanti.
But Javi and Harlow and Willow and Gabe had moved onto the next phase of their relationships.
Not engagements.
Javi and Harlow got two kittens, and Willow and Gabe adopted a dog.
And I was discovering Knox’s and my own honeymoon was over, because we were fighting.
Get this.
About a vacation.
“I might as well go now, when I’m fine and I can enjoy it,” he stated. “But at work, I have to spend most of my time writing reports, sitting on my ass staring at screens and confirming intel on a fucking phone. If we leave when Jacob and Alexis get back, stay gone two weeks, I’ll be back to full duty when we return.”
“So this is your way to kill time while you completely recover?” I asked.
“Luna,” he said low.
Yeah, I knew that wasn’t his gig.
He wanted to go somewhere with a beach, drink rum punch and fuck listening to the waves crashing on a beach.
I wanted that too.
I just couldn’t afford it.
And thus, our fight.
“Knox, give me some time while you move in, then get a renter so your mortgage will be covered, we’ll be sharing expenses, and I can save up,” I suggested.
“Luna, there may be a time you make more than me. But in this time, I make more than you. I have the money to cover this. So what are you saying right now? That throughout our future, we’ll be going halves on everything? The house we buy. The kids we raise. The college funds we start.”
Damn.
He had a point.
“Are you ready to be in that spot now?” I asked.
“In the end, will I get nothing but you, a beach, a bed, and unadulterated time to get to know one another better in a variety of ways? Two weeks of nothing pressing on us but when we’re gonna rouse ourselves to eat? Yes. We’re in that spot now.”
Well…
“Okay, I gotta say, this feels weird,” I admitted.
