Jacob wanted to go away that night. “Let’s drive up to Vermont, down to Maryland, up to Maine. We can get married there.”
“Jacob, you’re almost manic.”
“I am…with happiness.” He took his bride to be in his arms. “And love. We can hardly spend our honeymoon here at my house.”
“I love this house. I love the woods outside. I love the pond.” Wendy pulled back the curtain at the kitchen window. “It’s dark. Maybe our perfect honeymoon spot is right out there.” She took his arm, her hand sliding down to his fingers. “Make love to me by the pond.”
“You’re forgetting. We’re not married yet.”
“A day isn’t going to make a difference. It hasn’t been easy holding back, you know. And why did I even have the antiquated notion we had to?”
“I don’t know. You’ve never struck me as a particularly purit
