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  “Ooh!” I said, squinting.

  He grabbed it out of my hands and gave me another. “Next.”

  I set it down and pulled one of his presents from under the tree. “Your turn.”

  I wrinkled my nose and smiled as he tore open the paper, not nearly as daintily as I had. He held it up with a huge grin. “It’s a watch!”

  I cackled. “Not just a watch. It’s a freaking Rolex!”

  “Baby.” He shook his head. “It’s too much.”

  “I saved. We’re good.”

  He grabbed each side of my face and planted a firm kiss on my lips. “We really were made for each other. Open yours. I’m dying here.”

  “This is fun, isn’t it?” I said, wiggling with anticipation. I picked up the box he gave me and opened it. I looked up at him, confused. “What is it?”

  He smiled.

  “Is this a joke I’m not getting? It’s empty.”

  He reached over, plugging in another extension cord. The rest of house lit up. The doors, windows, and even the floorboards were aglow in every color of the rainbow.

  He tapped his phone, and our song began playing from a speaker across the room.

  I clapped. “Ah! I love it!”

  “That present isn’t actually yours,” he said. “I just didn’t have the heart to tell you.”

  “It’s not?”

  He shook his head. “It’s the dog’s. I got him a new collar.”

  “You did?” I squealed, looking out our baby’s new bling. Something scratched my hand, and I turned the collar. “A new tag, too?”

  “No.” Josh chuckled. “Not a tag.”

  I tugged on it gently, and the whole collar came loose. “Oh, no!” I panicked until I saw the gold band with the small but perfect princess cut diamond between my fingers. “Oh, my Go—Josh?”

  “Avery Jacobs,” he said, shifting to get on one knee.

  “Oh, my God,” I breathed, unable to say anything else.

  “I …” he blinked. “I had this all planned out, and my mind just went blank.” He laughed and then rubbed the back of his neck.

  I laughed and covered my mouth with one hand. “Josh!”

  “I’m so damn nervous. To hell with it, Avery … Will you marry me?”

  I stared at him, unable to move, unable to speak without sobbing.

  “I know it’s too soon. I tried to wait, I swear to God, but … I love you more than anything, Avery. I mean that. More than anything. I haven’t been able to think about anything else but putting a ring on your finger.”

  I threw my arms around him, tears streaming.

  “Is that a … is that a yes?” he asked while Dee jumped on his back.

  “Yes!” I said, leaning back. “Yes.”

  Josh slipped the band on my finger while I wiped my cheek with the other hand.

  “Don’t cry, baby,” he said, using his thumb to wipe my eyes.

  “I love you so much,” I said, sniffing. “I’m just so happy that you love me. And … I’m going to be Avery Avery.”

  I meant for it to be funny, but he scanned my face in pure adoration. He took my cheeks in his hands, shook his head, and sighed. “The words just don’t seem enough anymore.” He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me under a thousand twinkling lights. At last.

  Long after the last flake of snow had melted and the final patch of ice had evaporated into nothingness, Avery was still struggling to plan the perfect wedding. Our schedules never seemed to let up, making nailing down the details difficult. Avery insisted on a summer wedding, wanting to wear her dress without shivering. I just wanted to be able to call her my wife—mine.

  Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tossed the estimate for the cake onto the kitchen table. “This is ridiculous, babe. No cake is that good.”

  Avery stood in front of the stove, the morning sun pouring in the through the window and casting a glow over her hair. “I’ve tasted her cakes. They’re good, but it’s not so much about the cake as the appearance.”

  “We can just have our reception down at Corner Hole.”

  She turned to face me from the stove, a spatula her weapon of choice. “You want to have our wedding reception at a dive bar?”

  “A dive what? That’s blasphemy! You love Corner Hole.”

  “Yeah, baby. I love it for an after work drink and to unwind. Not the place to celebrate the rest of our lives together. They don’t even serve food.”

  “We can order from JayWok.”

  “JayWok?” Her eyes threatened to pop out of her skull. “You want Japanese takeout for our wedding? Really, Josh?”

  “Another thing you love. Now it’s not good enough? Who are you trying to impress? This day is supposed to be about us. No one else.” I pushed up from my seat at the table and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind.

  She shoved the scrambled eggs around the pan. “I’m sorry.” She sighed as her shoulders sagged. “I don’t know what this wedding has done to me. I’ve never cared about any of this kind of stuff. I just … It’s an important day. Our day, about us and the beginning of our marriage. I want it to be perfect.”

  Pushing her hair over her right shoulder, I pressed my lips to the back of her neck. “It will be perfect. Going into debt over a cake is not a good way to start our forever.”

  She sniffed once. “I would just hate to let anyone down, and—”

  “What asshole is going to be let down by our wedding? You’re too stressed out, baby. What can I do to fix it? Let me help.” I turned her around to face me, wrapping my arms around her waist. She tucked her face into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply.

  She shook her head, her whining muffled against my skin. “You can’t fix this.”

  “I can fix anything.”

  “I don’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle, Josh,” she confessed. “How are you going to fix that?”

  I squeezed her tighter, hating that the best day of our lives had opened old wounds.

  “Let me handle it.”

  “What?” she asked as she pulled back, eyeing me.

  “You said you would hate to disappoint everyone. Put it on the list. I’ll take care of it. Just like our dates.”

  “No.” She began to shake her head slowly, uncertain. “You can’t ask some random person to give me away at our wedding.”

  “I want to. Let me do this. You’ve been working so hard at everything else.”

  Her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she slowly bit down, unsure.

  I placed my hands on either side of her face, looking her in the eye. “Please. I want to do this.”

  She nodded as I pressed my lips to her forehead.

  The sizzling in the frying pan snapped us from our tender moment as Avery whipped around to take the pan from the burner.

  “Damn it,” she yelled as the pan clattered on the counter. She rushed to the sink and pushed on the cold water, soothing her burnt hand under the stream.

  “Jesus Christ, Avery!” I grabbed her hand, stretching out her palm so I could inspect it. The pink outline of the handle on her skin was already beginning to fade.

  “Doesn’t look too bad,” I said, offering an encouraging smile.

  Groaning, she looked up at me with her bottom lip jutting out. “I give up. I am going back to bed and will try again tomorrow.”

  “Hey.” Rubbing the pad of my thumb over her lip, I pulled her back against me. “It’s going to be all right. I promise.”

  Her head moved against me as she nodded.

  “Go ahead. I’ll finish up the eggs and bring them in to you, and we can both spend the day in bed.”

  “You’re too good to me.”

  “I didn’t say what it is we’ll be doing while we’re in bed.” I patted her ass as she walked away.

  She stopped in the doorway, a sexy grin on her lips. “Like I said, you’re too good to me.”

  I’d spent the last two weeks doing my part, booking plane tickets and finalizing time off work. Even a sim
ple wedding took some time to figure out. I still wanted our day to be special, regardless of how simple it was.

  Avery didn’t seem as stressed, but she’d stopped discussing the wedding. Every day, I worried more that she was having second thoughts.

  “I said no, tit bag. Quit worrying,” Deb said.

  I pressed the phone closer to my ear. “Don’t fuck with me. This is important.”

  “You know, I used to like you. Back when you were cool. Now you’re like a weepy vagina all the time and trust me, those aren’t fun. I miss when you were fun, Josh.”

  “Double D!” Quinn called in the background. “Get your hot ass in here!”

  I rolled my eyes. “Can’t you be serious, Deb? Just this one time? It’s important.”

  She was quiet for a moment. “No. Can I go now? Your bestie wants a post-dinner hand job.”

  “Christ. Bye,” I said, poking END and dropping my phone in my lap. I covered my face and groaned.

  A noise across the room prompted me to look up. Avery was in her scrubs, leaning against the kitchen doorframe with her arms folded over her chest.

  “Hi.”

  I did my best to pretend I didn’t want to choke out her friend. “Hi, baby.”

  She hesitated. “Who was that?”

  “Just last-minute plans for the wedding.”

  She nodded but didn’t say anything.

  “Is something wrong?”

  She shrugged, pushing from the door and walking to the fridge. “I just thought we were going to elope … quick and dirty. Now you’re on the phone all the time, but I don’t feel like there’s been a lot of progress.”

  “Baby, it’s only been a few weeks. I had to get some things together, but it is almost there.”

  “A few weeks? Do you know what today is?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Cinco de Mayo?”

  “It’s May, Josh. You chose June. You wanted to take over the planning because you felt it was too stressful for me. Now you’re dragging your feet.”

  “Avery,” I chided. I cleared my throat. My exasperation with Deb was bleeding into our conversation. “What is going on? First it was all happening too quickly and now it’s not fast enough. I’m trying.”

  “Are you stalling?” She turned around slowly, a tear slipping down over the apple of her cheek. “Because you don’t have to do that. You can talk to me.”

  She touched the penny at her neck, and I panicked and pointed at her. “Don’t walk out on me.”

  She blinked. “I wasn’t … I … was going to offer it to you. For your thoughts. Just asking doesn’t work as well anymore.”

  I sighed. “We definitely need to talk. I can’t keep wondering, but I don’t want to upset you.”

  “About what?” she asked, shifting her weight.

  “I’m nervous.”

  Her face fell. “About marrying me.” It wasn’t a question. She said the words as if she’d expected everything I was saying.

  “No. Absolutely not,” I said, walking over to her. I held her arms in my hands. “You’ve been quiet. You clam up when I ask you about the wedding. I’m okay. I don’t want to wait, but if you do, I will.”

  She shook her head.

  “You don’t want to wait?” I asked, nearly allowing myself relief.

  “There’s been talk at work,” she said, biting her lip.

  “Talk? What kind of talk?”

  “Michaels mentioned she saw you at Corner Hole the other night when you said you were at work. She didn’t say it to me. Deb overheard her telling someone else.”

  I blinked. “I was.”

  She looked up at me. “I texted you fifteen minutes before you got home. You said you were driving home from work.”

  My mouth pulled to the side. Fuck. “I wasn’t trying to lie. I didn’t even think about it until now.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were going by the bar after work?”

  I shrugged. “You’ve never needed me to before.”

  She thought about that a moment. “Were you with a girl? A blonde?”

  “No,” I said, inwardly cringing. Going to Corner Hole was stupid.

  “Avery,” I said, squaring my feet, lowering my chin until she met my eyes. “I want to be with you, more than anything. There is no one else, I swear to God. There will never be anyone else but you. You’re just going to have to trust me.”

  She hesitated, looking to the floor. I held my breath

  “Is there something else?” I asked, a million horrible thoughts racking my brain.

  “I hear you talking to her on the phone at night.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but I heard it loud and clear over the hammering of my heart.

  “What?” My head turned to the side to hear her more clearly, wondering if I’d dreamed it.

  “I wasn’t trying to catch you or anything. I just woke up.”

  I shrugged, trying to play it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.”

  Disappointment shadowed her face. She watched me for a long time. “Is that your answer?”

  “I don’t have an answer. You know I’ve been making wedding plans. I told you I’d take care of it, and I meant it. That’s the truth.”

  “I’m going to bed,” she said, passing me for the bedroom.

  “Baby.” I reached out to her, but missed. “Aren’t you hungry?” I called.

  “I’m not hungry,” she said from the bathroom. She closed the door, the light forming a halo around the edges.

  I walked into our dark bedroom, standing alone. Frames holding pictures of us that we’d taken over the last year were scattered around the room, on the nightstands, and the corner table where I kept my emergency stash. Avery’s apartment didn’t have room for the hutch, so I sold it. Now I wondered if I should have found a smaller, locking chest. Opening a drawer was too easy.

  The shower turned on, and I sat on the bed. I was stuck between telling her the truth to shield her from her imagination, and ruining everything.

  I opened the door, seeing her perfect, naked silhouette blurred by the glacier glass. She kept her head under the water, letting it cascade over the hands that covered her face.

  I had to tell her.

  “Avery,” I said, reaching for the door.

  “Please don’t,” she said.

  “We need to talk.”

  “No. I just want to stand in my shower and process everything.”

  “I can fix this.”

  She was quiet for a moment, and then she yelled. “Has it ever occurred to you that I don’t want you to fix everything? Maybe I just want it to be right and good in the first place! Maybe I don’t want something that has to be fixed!”

  I stood with my mouth open. She’d never yelled at me before.

  “O … okay,” I stammered. “I’m sorry. I’ll, uh … I’ll leave you alone.”

  “Great,” she snapped.

  I backed out, closing the door, and then kicked off my shoes. The clock glowed in the dark bedroom. I had to be to work in five hours and had no fucking clue how I was going to sleep. I peeled off my shirt and jeans, crawling under the covers in my boxer briefs.

  The shower turned off, and Avery went through her nightly routine. The door opened, and she fell into the bed, yanking on the covers and turning her back to me. Her wet hair slapped against the pillow, and she let out a long sigh.

  We lay in silence for a while, and then I reached back for her, touching my fingertips to her hip. “I can’t leave. I’m afraid you’re going to change the locks tomorrow and have all my shit laying on the sidewalk.”

  She didn’t respond.

  “I swear to God, I’ve never cheated on you. I’ve never wanted to. Don’t you know how much I love you?”

  She sniffed. “Something doesn’t feel right, Josh. I’ve felt this way for a while. I don’t know what it is. Don’t you feel it?”

  “Sometimes,” I said, trailing off. I thought about the times when I had to stop and take in the reality aroun
d me. Sometimes, sitting with Quinn, it felt like talking to a stranger. Some days I felt like I was at work, but most of my time between moments with Avery were just a blur. “You loving me has always been … I dunno, a surreal thing to me. But that doesn’t mean it’s not right.”

  She sucked in a breath through her nose. She was crying now. I turned over. “Avery,” I said, wrapping my arms around her body.

  She pulled her knees against her chest. “Just don’t lie to me. Ever.”

  “Can you think of anything that would warrant me risking the most important person in my life?”

  “Stress does weird things to the best people. Look at Dr. Rosenberg.”

  I pushed up on my elbow, looking down at her. Her cheeks were wet. “I used to want to be like him, but that was only because of the way you looked at him. I don’t wanna be anything like him, Avery. I’m going to cherish every second I have with you, and our kids, and our grandkids. We’re going to grow old together, and I’ll look back on all of this and know I honored what we had.”

  She reached up to touch my cheek, still unsure. “Tell me I’m imagining things. Tell me Michaels is imagining things.”

  I sighed. “I can’t. I did go to the bar. I was talking to a girl. I couldn’t tell you if she was blonde or not; I wasn’t paying that close attention. But we were just talking. I did tell you I was driving home from work instead of the bar. I do talk to people on the phone late at night. But I only want you. Please trust me.”

  Avery’s bottom lip quivered, and then she pulled me down to her, locking her wrists around my neck. I dug my hands between her and the mattress, holding her as if she were anchoring me to the earth.

  The morning sun poured in through the windows, filling the room with light. Avery groaned. She’d covered for Deb the night before and had just trudged in at three a.m.

  I stood, closing the curtains.

  “It’s no use,” she said. “I’m awake.”

  I rushed back to lie beside her under the covers. “Try to go back to sleep. You must be exhausted.”

  “I can’t. There are only ten days left of May.”

  I squeezed her tight. “Then it’s June.”

  She looked up at me with weary eyes and a sleepy smile. “Then it’s June.”