21
It was close to dinnertime before Justin checked out of the hotel and they headed back toward the Moretti home.
Kara was sore in a variety of places, every one of them wonderful. Justin had a cat-ate-the-canary grin that shone brighter than the Manhattan skyline on Christmas Eve.
They walked hand-in-hand, and she ignored the grumble of the early commuters today as she had three days before.
“Three days.” She spoke in surprise. “I was just thinking that myself.”
“How come s**t happens so fast?” She didn’t recognize herself. Holding hands with a cowboy—while wearing totally awesome cowboy boots—and totally happy to be doing it. Far past the toast stage and headed well into four-letter land.
“I suppose that we’re simply two right fortunate folk.”
She squeezed his hand in agreement a
