Maybe he wanted a wedding. A new memory to conceal the old. A wedding not tainted by his ugly ex-wife.
“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t want a wedding. But if you want to wear a white gown, if you want me in a tux, just say the word.”
We didn’t need a gown or a tux.
Our love story wasn’t typical. It certainly wasn’t what I’d imagined as a little girl. But it was ours.
“No wedding. But I’d take a honeymoon.”
“Deal.” Jasper clasped my hand again, holding it tight. Holding it the way Dad held Mom’s. Then he started us down the sidewalk again. “Where do you want to go?”
A thousand places came to mind. They were all from that list I’d created as a kid with Mom, places that our hotel guests called home.
Where did I want to go? Anywhere. I’d go anywhere with Jasper.
I lifted our clasped hands, bringing his knuckles to my mouth for a kiss. “Surprise me.”