She inhaled as the idea hit her. “Maybe it’s a wedding invite! Maybe Jury and Leo are tying the knot!”
“Are you going to open it and see?”
She zipped the envelope open and peered inside. It held a letter-sized envelope.Okay, so maybe not a wedding invitation.She pulled it out. It was blank on the front. She set the carrier envelope on a side table and slid her finger along the flap to open it.
“What in the world?”
She pulled out two tickets. Plane tickets. To Vanuatu.
“They must be getting married! Look!” She held out the tickets to Nic. “One for each of us. I knew she’d do this. My money was on Fiji. Where the heck is Vanuatu anyway?”
“Near Australia.”
“Makes total sense.” Imogen jumped into Nic’s arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.
His big hands came under her dress to cup her ass and lift her higher. And then he stilled. His hazel gaze turned serious. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
She shook her head with a grin.
“And you answered the door like this.”
“Technically, you answered the door.”
His fingertips slid lower to grip her thighs and nudge between her legs.
“Technically, my ass.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to notice for hours.”
He groaned as his touch reached her heat. Imogen shivered.
“God, I love you,” he said as he took her lips.
“And I love you.”
“I’m taking you to bed.”
“Why waste the trip? There’s a perfectly good counter right here.”
An hour later, wet from the shower and her hair wrapped in a towel, Imogen texted Jury.
IMOGEN
Congratulations! We will be there. Thanks for the tickets!
She had no idea what time or day it was where Jury and Leo were, but she knew she’d hear from her sister eventually.
“Are we waiting for pie? Because I can cut you a slice now,” she called toward the stairway.
“Why wait, baby?”
Imogen smiled and opened the drawer for the pie server. After she sliced two pieces and put them on dainty china plates that had been Nic’s grandmother’s, she opened another drawer for two silver dessert forks. She loved this house. She loved being surrounded by beauty … which included her husband as he came down the stairs, shirtless, wearing only his favorite pair of low-slung camo shorts.
His tattooed hand rubbed over his abs. “Pie sounds perfect. Thank you. You’re the best. I’m starving after all that.”
She slid his piece across the kitchen island with a grin, and he wasted no time diving in.
“Mmm … divine.” Nic chewed and then added, “The day you decided to learn to bake and be my muse … best day of my life.”