Chapter 70: cheers
"I got us cheese and crackers . . . and beer. If this is anything like most weddings, we're not going to eat for a while. I don't know about you, but I could use a drink before this night gets under way."
"You read my mind," she said. She dropped her tote bag on his bed and hung her dress up in the closet. "I almost brought a bottle of wine, but I didn't want to start dancing on tables before the wedding even began."
He disappeared into the bathroom and came out a few seconds later with two bottles of beer in his hands.
"Beer's in the bathroom sink. The champagne bucket was too small for a six-pack. Plus, there are two sinks; filling one up with ice was the biggest stroke of genius I've had in a while, if I do say so myself." He cracked open both bottles, handed her one, and then raised his to her. "To my wedding date, and thanks again."
She took a long drink of her beer and looked around the room, trying to find something to distract herself from how much she wanted to lick that drop of condensation off his lower lip. Huge king bed, neatly made up, so housekeeping must have already come and gone. A full-length mirror by the closet—great, she would need that while getting dressed. Floor-to-ceiling windows beyond the bed. She wandered over to the window, beer in hand, and glanced outside.
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