“Possibly, but not likely. Either way you’d best get used to it if you’re going to be with Analise every time she’s on a dig.”
“I’m not going on digs anymore. Only reason I had to go to Turkey is because they found pottery with paint that started to flake away the minute they took them out of the ground. I had to help stabilize it so they could complete the dig.”
“You’re still going to the museum as needed, though, aren’t you?” Emmalyn said.
“Part time.”
“Good! Fits in with my plans. I’m going to eat donuts. And cream puffs. And eclairs. Are you coming?” Emmalyn asked,walking out of Havoc’s and Analise’s bedroom as she put Harley down to run ahead of her.
Havoc looked at Analise. “What are her plans?”
“I don’t know. I guess we shall see.”
“I really want an eclair. Or three.”
“Then you better be nice to Emmalyn.”
“Can’t you bring me one?”
“I could. But if I get up, you have to get up.”
Havoc sighed. “Can I wait for the coffee?” He asked, leaning over and grabbing her from behind when she tried to get out of the bed, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. “How about I pay Emmalyn to take Harley on one of her walks so we can have a few hours alone?”
“Let’s plan that for later. At the moment I hear clattering in my kitchen and I really want donuts. And to know what her plans are.”
Havoc playfully nipped her shoulder. “Besides, you’re all about the wedding planning.”
“I am,” she admitted excitedly, “I can’t wait!”
“Me either. You will be Analise McCullen. A name I’ve loved since I was old enough to know that you share a name when you get married,” he said, releasing Analise so she could get up.
He lay back in bed and watched her as she pulled on a pair of leggings and one of his teeshirts. He smiled as she pulled her hair back, struggling to get it all in a scrunchy.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sound it out a few times over the years. Now, come on, get moving,” she said, stopping to kiss him quickly before she headed downstairs.
“I’m coming. I’m working up to getting up.”
“You risk not getting an eclair if you take too long. Ten minutes. That’s all you get.”
Havoc tossed his pillow at her as she darted through their open bedroom door, then lay back to spend a few minutesgetting himself together before he got up to join them. He was never one to jump right out of bed, he needed a few minutes to get himself ready to deal with the day.
A few minutes later the scent of fresh coffee wafted up the stairs, enticing him to finally get out of bed. He pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms, and padded barefoot and shirtless down the stairs.
“There you are,” Analise said, presenting him with a cup of black coffee and an eclair as he took his seat at the large dining table to the side of the open kitchen.
“Thank you, ‘Lise.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Now, I was thinking blues and greens with some soft browns and beiges for your color scheme,” Emmalyn said, munching on a cream puff she held in one hand as she spread out sample books of fabric swatches and colors.
“We were thinking just an arch or something. Balloons even. Something easy,” Analise said.
“Balloons? Seriously?” She looked at Havoc. “You want the love of your life to pledge her undying love to you under prom decorations? Or do you want her to have a backdrop that speaks to forever and nature and complements everything about her beauty?”
Havoc popped the last of his first eclair into his mouth and chewed while nodding and reaching for another. After some quick chewing and swallowing, he gestured at Emmalyn with his new eclair. “She’s not wrong.”
“I’m never wrong. You two should know that by now,” Emmalyn said.
