to meet at the end of the aisle. The rest of these things are just minor details.
I duck my head when Delilah comes for me again, using the papers I’m holding to block my face. “Aren’t we done yet?”
“I’m contouring,” Delilah says, like I have more than a vague idea of what that means. “Hold still, or you’re liable to take a brush to the eye. And watch that red marker around your dress! Do you have to help Sam edit that now?”
Sam pipes up from her spot nearby. “Zoey, I told you not to worry about it. I can talk to my agent who can explain to the publisher that I need a few more days—”
“It’s fine.” I glare at both Delilah and Sam in the mirror. “I’m contoured out. And I promised you I’d finish looking over this, Sam. I don’t mind. Almost done.”
Honestly, I’d rather not be reading Sam’s manuscript on my wedding day. But she barely finished this chapter in time for me to look at it, and I owe her one. Her texts when I freaked out about Gavin’s kiss were really helpful, and she’s had great advice ever since. Go figure—Dr. Love is actually good at what she does. Looking over her “Falling for Your Boss” chapter is the least I can do. And I’m definitely not going to read it on the honeymoon.
Gavin and I are going to St. Thomas, and my plan is to alternate all our time between the beach and the bedroom. Maybe stopping to eat or drink just enough to sustain us. Gavin’s parents are watching Ella at the ranch. Since Eleanor opted not to fight for custody (a relief to us all), the ten-day trip is going to be our little oasis of adults-only time. I plan to soak up every second of it.
I tap the red marker on the paper. “I’m done anyway. I made a few minor suggestions. But we have to talk about this part: ‘Is it just the draw of the forbidden that makes falling for a boss a cliché? Or does it have to do with something primal? Maybe it’s the same wiring that makes a lioness want the strongest male. Deep down, the boss trope is about wanting what we can’t have and wanting what will result in the strongest species.’”
Harper laughs, and even Delilah is biting back a smile. I fail to see the humor.
“I don’t want to be compared to a wild animal in heat!”
Before I realize what’s happening, Delilah and Sam have double-teamed me, D plucking the marker from my fingers and Sam grabbing the draft.
“Thanks for looking over it, Zoey,” Sam says. “I promise to make sure you don’t sound like a horny lion in my book.”
I make a frustrated growl, and Harper laughs again. “If the shoe fits,” she says.
“Shut up, Harpy. Where’s Abby? I know she’d have my back.”
Delilah makes a disgusted noise. “Probably making out with your brother in a broom closet somewhere. What’s with those two and closets? I swear, I almost jumped out of my skin when they came stumbling out of one at the rehearsal last night.”
I can’t help teasing her a little. After all, she just made me suffer with multiple colors of eyeshadow. “So, you don’t plan on finding your own closet with Thayden tonight?”
“No.”
Delilah glares, but red begins to creep up her neck to her cheeks. Interesting.
“Nor anything else,” she says. “The man is a living nightmare.”
“He’s not so bad,” I tell her, mostly meaning it.
“The fact that I’m here with him is a testament to how much I love you,” Delilah says.
When Thayden agreed to fly me back out to the ranch the same day I left, the favor he called in was a date with Delilah. But here’s the thing: it’s not like you can really force two people on a date. Delilah protested, but she’s still here with Thayden willingly. No matter how much she complains about it.
The door opens, and Abby waltzes in, grinning. Sure enough, all her lipstick has been kissed off, and her cheeks have a flush that didn’t come from one of Delilah’s brushes.
“What’d I miss?” Abby asks.
Delilah steers her toward the chair next to mine. “Let me touch up your lipstick, darlin’. I think Zane’s probably wearing most of it.”
A moment later, the door opens again, and Gavin’s mom glances in, her white curls bouncing around her face. “Can we get a moment with the bride?”
I grin, getting to my feet