The Bride (The Bride #1)(42)

“I don’t bake because I burn stuff.”

“Well, you have to get me something. I am your wife.”

Weird. I used to throw that line around all the time as a joke. Now it didn’t feel anywhere as funny.

“I have an idea, but it’s a surprise.”

I clapped. I loved surprises. I especially loved guessing what the surprise was going to be.

“Just so long as it’s not practical,” I reminded him. Wire cutters for Christmas. What had he been thinking?

“Yep.”

Kathy came back with our tuna melts, and luckily we were back on to the basics of the ranch and the myriad of things that still needed to be done to clean up from the storm. There we sat. The two of us at Frank’s, where it was now officially concluded we would remain married for the next three years.

Yep. Me and my husband (not really), Jake. In our booth at Frank’s.