Page 133 of Big Dick Energy

I kept my eyes on the road, fighting back a grin. “You deserve nothing except my undying love and devotion.”

“I have that. I want information.”

“Greedy.”

“Curious.” She poked my arm. “Come on. Just tell me if we're staying overnight.”

“We're staying overnight.”

“Ha!” She pumped her fist in triumph. “I knew it. Are we staying multiple nights?”

“Two nights.”

“Two nights!” She was practically bouncing now, blonde curls bobbing with excitement. “Okay, okay. So it's a whole... thing. A destination.”

“It's definitely a thing.”

My phone buzzed in the cupholder. I glanced down just long enough to see Brooke's name.

Brooke: Florist arrived early, hiding arrangements in...

I read the first few words before I flipped the phone face down before Davina could see.

“Who's that?”

“Matt. Asking about fantasy football.”

“It's May.”

“We're very dedicated.”

She narrowed her eyes, but let it go. “Fine. Keep your secrets. But I'm going to figure it out.”

“You can try.”

The truth was, I was barely holding it together. Three months of planning. Three months of secret phone calls and covert meetings and an elaborate web of lies that would have made a CIA operative proud. And now, finally, we were less than fifteen minutes away from the place where tomorrow I would marry my wife.

Again. For real this time.

“Okay.” Davina held up her hand, ticking off fingers. “It's not Tampa. We've been driving too long. It's not Orlando, wrong direction. It's somewhere rural based on all these...” She gestured at the rolling hills and farmland outside her window. “...cows.”

“Astute observation.”

“Is it a bed and breakfast?”

“Warmer.”

“A resort?”

“Colder.”

“How is a resort colder than a bed and breakfast? They're basically the same thing with different price points.”

I just smiled.

Another buzz from my phone. I didn't look, but I could feel Davina's curiosity like a physical weight.

“You're being very mysterious today, Dallas Dodger.”