I groan as I step out of the shower, pressing my hand to my pounding forehead.
“Little too much to drink?” Caden teases, smirking around his toothbrush.
I glare and grab a fresh brush, joining him at the sink. My head is foggy, my mouth dry, but brushing helps. A few sips of water later, I feel marginally less like roadkill.
“I’m not training today,” I say with a yawn, tugging on one of his shirts and a pair of my shorts. Socks and sneakers go on with effort.
“Me either. After breakfast, I’ve got plans for us.”
“What kind of plans?” I ask warily, praying it’s not wedding prep.
“Well… first, food. Then I’m taking you shopping for your dress. After that, Simon will take Mum and May home, and we’re going on a date. One I’ve been planning for a year.”
I groan. “Shopping sounds like tort
