take things off her mind
. He smiled as the door opened before he had a chance to knock.
Kelly stood in the door, biting her bottom lip. “That smile looks quite mischievous. Should I be scared?”
Harold took in her long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Most of her hair was swept up in a ponytail, except the strands that weren’t long enough, and her face appeared free of makeup. He whistled and winked at her. “You are adorable.”
Kelly huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Are we going hiking? We better be doing something outside. You said to look natural, but if we end up at a nice restaurant, I’m gonna—”
Before she could finish, Harold wrapped his arms around her capturing her lips against his own. He could never get enough of the sweet scent of her perfume and softness of her lips. Pulling her closer to him, he deepened the kiss and she curled her fingers around his neck. The light scratch of her fingernails sent shivers racing down his spine, and Harold forced himself to pull away. “A little over two months until you’re mine,” he growled, then planted one last kiss on her forehead.
“That’s too long,” Kelly whined as her fingers traced a path through the back of his hair.
Harold took a step away from her and exhaled a long breath. “Woman, you are dangerous. Get your purse, and let’s go.”
Kelly giggled as she escaped back into the house, then reappeared seconds later with her purse strap over her shoulder. She shut the door and followed Harold to the car. “Can I get a hint?”
Harold opened the passenger’s door for her then made his way to the driver’s side. “Nope.” He buckled his seat belt and started the truck. Kelly intently looked at her surroundings as Harold made his way toward Highway 1 South.
“How far are we driving?” Kelly quipped without looking his direction.
“It’ll take us around an hour.” Harold shook his head. The woman couldn’t stand surprises. He assumed it was the teacher and the mother in her. She had to have everything planned to the last second, and she had to know what was going on.
“We’re going to Dover, aren’t we?”
Harold grabbed Kelly’s hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. “I want you to sit back and enjoy our date.” “Okay. Okay.”
Harold bit his bottom lip. He hated to say it, but he had to get Kelly’s mind off their day’s excursion. Mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of words, he planted a smile on his face. “Why don’t you tell me where we are with the wedding plans?”
Kelly’s face brightened. “Okay. Well, I picked out the dresses for the girls. I decided to let each wear a different …”
Harold listened as Kelly talked about dresses, ribbons, flowers, and other stuff he really didn’t care much about. What he did enjoy was watching the happiness and excitement in Kelly’s tone and expressions. He’d do whatever it took to make the woman he loved happy.
“You and the guys will need to get fitted for your tuxes in the next couple weeks.”
Tuxes
? He’d forgotten all about the fact that he’d have to wear a monkey suit. There had been only a select few times in his life that he’d worn a sports jacket and tie, never a fullblown tux. He was a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy, and the idea of someone taking a tape measure to him seemed weird. “You’re going to go with us, right?”
Kelly clicked her tongue. “Nope. You, Cam, and your work buddies are going to go by yourselves. I don’t want to see what you’re wearing until our wedding day. Just make sure you don’t get pink.”
Horror smashed Harold in the gut. “They come in pink!”
Kelly laughed. “I’m kidding. Just pick black and white.”
“Black and white, I can do that. I think.” Harold turned toward his destination. Anticipation gurgled within him. He couldn’t wait to see Kelly’s expression. “It’s just up ahead.”
Kelly peered through the windshield. Harold