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“He’ll want live proof,” I said.
Franco’s lips lifted into a devilish grin. “Good.”
“Great! I’m so happy we resolved that problem. Now let’s get ready to party. Quinn, where’s the Patron?” I asked.
He pointed to the counter across the kitchen. The light countertops and cabinets were such a stark difference from the rest of the house. The floors beneath my feet were a light oak. There were black and gray marble floors throughout the first floor. And black and gold marble floors on the second floor. Maybe Dad felt the bright kitchen brought light. The dark gray swirls brought out the slate gray stone countertops and backsplash. Quinn and I could cook effortlessly at either of the two stoves. In two hours, we’d have a feast fit for kings and queens.
“Where are my manners? Help yourself to bottled water or soda. Your boss already did.” I extended a hand toward the fridge.
Clip and Bonnie shook their heads.
“No thanks,” Clip bit out.
He was wound up tight today. I couldn’t blame him. We were in hostile territory. My father and uncle could turn on us at any time.
I poured a generous amount of Patron and a splash of cranberry juice into three lowball glasses. Franco tapped away at the laptop keys.
“Time for drinks.” I smiled, placing lemon wheels on the side of each glass.
“Franco, here’s a Silver Breeze cocktail.”
“Thanks, Kennedy.”
I sipped my drink as I strolled toward Quinn. “Drink up.”
“Definitely needed this,” Quinn said, tossing half the contents to the back of his throat.
My cousin was what women called a tall glass of chocolate milk. We both had our mothers’ brown eyes.
A classic Bob Marley song, ‘Is This Love,’ bellowed through the speakers. Quinn and I sang along as we prepared fresh fruit trays.
“So, when did you tie the knot?” Quinn asked.
“Earlier this afternoon,” I said.
Yup, three hours after Franco’s proposal, we stood at the altar and said I do. But before we left Houston, we ate one tamale at my favorite restaurant. The rest of the food was in a heat bag in the truck.
“Congratulations,” he stated.
“Thank you,” I beamed.
“That’s some ring. You must’ve really blown Franco’s mind. I didn’t think he was the settling down type.”
We laughed.
“We were so stubborn in the beginning. I hated him. He hated me. Then we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”
“Well, well, well, look what we have here, Keziah,” Isadora cooed as they inched closer to Franco.
“What a handsome man,” Keziah said.
“Are you an early guest?” Isadora asked.
Franco didn’t answer nor look up from his computer until they hovered around him.
It was about to get interesting.
