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“I went with what we both wanted.”
Her brows dip. “You wanted to get married at Rockefeller Center?”
“I wanted to marry you before you could get away.”
“I’m serious. If this isn’t what you want—”
I cup her head and kiss her. “You are what I want, Carrie. Just you.” The elevator dings. “Show me our place.”
Her teeth sink into her lip. “I can’t wait for you to see it.” She snags my hand and tugs me forward. “It’s really perfect,” she says as I use the key security gave us and open the door. “You go in first. I’ve seen it.”
“We’ll go in together,” I say, pulling her in front of me, and walking us into the room with curved windows spanning the entire front wall, carpeted floors, a massive Christmas tree, and random seating areas.
She turns to face me. “The view is everything.” She grabs my arm and walks me backward. “Look.” We stop at the window and side by side we stare down at the ice rink and the famous Rockefeller Center tree.
This location, this moment, takes me back to Christmas with my mother, and my throat constricts. “Reid? You don’t like it?”
At Carrie’s prodding, I pull her into my arms. “Thinking about my mother, baby. She’d approve.”
“Cat said the same thing.”
“This is the perfect spot and I have to thank you for helping me find my way back to my mother, even in her absence.”
“You’ll feel her absence at the wedding.”
“I feel her presence in what I’ve become with you, Carrie. And I’ll feel her presence in this place when we get married. She loved Christmas.” I stroke her hair. “Have you called your dad?”
“I did, actually. He’s supposed to call me back.”
“Good.”
“Is it? Are you sure you’re okay with him coming?”
“Completely.” I cup her face. “I’m not going to be focused on your father. I’m going to be focused on you. And I’d fuck you right here, but I’m pretty sure they have cameras, and I don’t want to get stripped of our wedding location.” I kiss her. “Let’s go meet Cat and Mia and then go to the office. We haven’t had good desk sex in a while.”
She laughs and a few minutes later, we’re street level on our way to the restaurant. “Did you make any progress on a dress?” I ask as we near our destination.
“Yes and no. I got a little carried away. I thought I had the dress, but it’s outrageously expensive. I was with Mia, and I think her unlimited budget and the moment got to me.”
I stop before we enter the restaurant to face her. “You love the dress?”
“That’s not the point.”
“How much?”
“I can’t even say it.”
“How much, baby?”
“Thirty thousand.”
“All right. Get the dress. You get married once. I want it to be perfect and you do remember how much money we just made, right?”
“Yes, but—”
I kiss her. “Get the dress.”
“I really do love that dress.”
