Chapter one
hundred and eighty-eight:
Becky finished
unpacking and stood with her hands on her hips.
She loved that
she and Zac were now sharing the pool house.
Zac had inhabited it by himself for nearly a
year, but Becky was glad to move in, even if it were just temporary.
“Becca?” Zac came into the bedroom they were now
sharing and handed Becky a glass of ice tea, complete with a yellow straw and a
slice of lemon on the rim.
Becky smiled
broadly. “That is the sweetest thing ever!” She accepted the glass.
Zac stuffed his
hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “Made it myself
too.”
“From
a can?”
He laughed.
“Yeah, but I stirred it, and put the ice and water in.”
“And
the lemon? Did you
cut that yourself too?”
“No, I stole
that from the main house.”
Becky smiled and
took a sip. She grimaced. “How much sugar did you put in here?”
“Why? Is it that
bad? You don’t have to drink it-“
“That’s okay,
Zac.” She placed the drink down on the nightstand and stood on her toes to kiss
him. “It’s the thought that counts, right?”
“You bet.” He
grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Got any plans for today, babe?”
“Yeah. I promised Christy I would go with her
to pick up her wedding dress. And the bridesmaid’s dresses.”
“Yeah? That sounds fun.”
“It might be.
She promised to buy lunch. Which probably means salads and
diet sodas.”
Zac laughed.
“When do I get to see you in your dress?”
“About
two minutes before you see Christy.” She teased.
Zac grinned.
“You mean I don’t get a private viewing?”
Becky laughed.
“We’ll see…. What are your plans for this afternoon?”
“Ike,
“I bet you look
cute in a tux.”
“I do, babe. Very double-oh-seven.”
Becky laughed
again.
The telephone
erupted into sound. “I bet that’s Christy. I should go.”
“Let it ring,
she’ll call back-“
Becky laughed
and wriggled out of his arms. “I’ve got to go. I won’t be long.” She kissed his
cheek.
“I’ll probably
be a while.” Zac groaned. “I hate trying on clothes!”