Chapter one hundred and ninety:

Isaac unlocked the door to the apartment he shared with Christy. He kicked off his shoes and lifted his messenger bag over his head and dropped it on the floor beside the hall table.

“Christy?” He called into the apartment.

“Right here!” She responded, coming from the kitchen with a plate of fresh cookies.

“Wow, I new something smelled fantastic in here.” He grinned. “Cute apron.”

Christy smirked. “Shut up and kiss me or you don’t get a cookie.” She held the plate at arm’s length.

Isaac put his arms around her hips and kissed her lips gently. He broke the kiss, but left his arms around her.

“Better?”

“Much!” She offered him a cookie at last.

“Thank you, C.” He smiled, taking a large bite.

“Are they good?” Christy asked.

“They’re amazing! New recipe?”

“Nope, your mom’s recipe.”

The buzzer in the kitchen went off.

“My next batch.” She handed Isaac the plate of cookies and ran into the kitchen.

Isaac followed, polishing off one cookie and starting a new one. “These cookies are delicious.”

“I’m glad you like them, but I have an ulterior motive.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” Isaac put down the plate and hopped up onto the counter.

Christy removed the backing sheet from the oven and placed it on the counter. She replaced it with another filled with raw dough. She turned to face Isaac and leaned against the counter. “I need to inform you that you are no longer allowed to go in the front closet.”

“The front closet? The one in the hall?”

“That’s the one.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “It was empty, except for a couple of boxes, and I moved them into another closet.”

“So what’s in this forbidden closet of doom?” Isaac asked, helping himself to a third cookie.

Christy opened the cupboard and took out a glass, placing it on the counter. She opened the fridge and removed the carton of milk, filling the glass within an inch of the top. She then replaced the carton in the fridge and handed the glass to Isaac. He thanked her politely.

“My wedding dress is in that closet,” She replied. “And it’s terribly bad luck for you to peek!”

“What? I can’t even get a tiny peek?” He protested.

“Honey!”

Isaac chuckled. “You’re not really that superstitious, are you?”

“I really don’t want to take a chance.” She teased. “I hope our wedding is perfect.”

“It will be.”

“I know. Just promise you won’t peek?”

“I promise.”

“Good. Did everything go okay with the tux fittings?”

“As well as can be expected…”

“What does that mean?” Christy asked, curiously.

“Well, Zac wouldn’t stop squirming, and Taylor keeps insisting that his tux is lacking his signature red suspenders.”

“Oh god, those things again?” Christy groaned.

“Exactly.”

“Okay, compromise then.” Christy suggested. “Taylor can wear the suspenders, as long as he keeps his jacket buttoned. Tell Zac that he only has to wear the tux for the ceremony. He can run through the reception nude if it’ll get him through the ceremony.”

Isaac laughed. “See? That’s what I love about you. Nothing stands in your way. Not even bratty little brothers.”

“I’ve got to focus my attention on how badly my father and step mother are going to ruin the night.”

“I already got that covered. The bartender has a photo of each and given instructions to cut them off when necessary and Taylor is charging me an outrageous amount of money to keep an eye on them.” 
”Sounds like everything is taken care of.”

“Yup, just three more days.” Isaac grinned.

“I can’t wait.”

“Me either.”

NEXT>>