“I don’t want it to look too overdone. I want natural. Like I like my makeup. Just enhance what’s already there. Nothing too gaudy or overdone.”
“What about a gazebo? And the gazebo would be decorated with a mixture of flowers in pale blues, pale greenery, beiges and browns.”
“Yes! And wildflowers?” Analise asked.
Emmalyn scowled. “You and your wildflowers. What about wildflowers and hydrangeas? We can get them in a variety of blues from light to dark. And we’ll put wildflowers in with them.”
“Deal,” Analise said.
“Your bouquet has to have something gold,” Havoc said.
“Not too much. Just a touch,” Emmalyn said.
“I thought I’d wear a garter that’s gold,” Analise said.
Havoc stopped halfway to his mouth with his already bitten eclair and looked at Analise salaciously, his eyes flashing.
“You could remove it with your teeth,” Analise whispered seductively.
“Gross,” Emmalyn said, faking a shudder.
“You won’t think it’s gross when it’s you and your mate,” Analise said.
“I don’t have a mate.”
“Yes, you do,” Analise and Havoc both insisted.
“I need another donut!” Harley announced from across the room where she’d plopped at the coffee table to watch cartoons while the adults talked about things that didn’t interest her.
“Donuts I got, mates, not so much,” Emmalyn said, getting up to take Harley another donut.
“Text Barron,” Analise mouthed at Havoc while Emmalyn was tending to Harley.
“What?” Havoc asked.
Analise shushed him and leaned closer to him so Emmalyn wouldn’t hear her. “Text Barron. Get him here. Now.”
Havoc shot a quick look at Emmalyn who was patiently holding a box of donuts in front of Harley while she chose the one she wanted.
Havoc got up and went over to the kitchen island, where he usually left his phone, picked it up and sent a quick text before coming back to his place at the table, setting his phone right beside him face down. He grinned at Analise and winked at her.
“What?” Emmalyn asked.
“What what?” Havoc asked.
“What are you up to? Why are you winking and grinning at each other?” Emmalyn asked.
“Maybe because we’re in love?” Analise asked.
“Ewww.”
“Stop saying that!” Analise chided.
Havoc’s phone vibrated and he picked it up and smirked before putting it back face down on the table.
“Aren’t you going to ask who’s texting him?” Emmalyn asked.
“No, I’m not.”
