When we reached the parking lot, I found a limousine was waiting for us. I glanced up at Alexander to find a smug half-smile on his lips.
“Very nice,” I said approvingly as I slid in with his assistance.
After a terribly fun and exhausting wedding day and night spent almost entirely in bed, lost to the world in a cloud of love, my new husband had made me an elaborate breakfast in the kitchen this morning. It was predictably delicious, and he was predictably pleased when I told him so. My mood was soaring, and the very comfortable limo ride was a nice little cherry on top.
But now we were on our way, not to a honeymoon destination, but rather to visit my grandfather in the nursing home. So I knew my blissful mood might soon be meeting its end.
I never knew what I was walking int
