The Unexpected Wedding(39)
Cal lazily pushed back a bit, letting the swing sway back and forth.
“It was a nice day, wasn’t it?” Becky Lee looked at him.
“It was. Your friends did a great job with the wedding.”
“And I’ll be forever grateful to you for writing those vows. They were vows I could say and mean them.”
Cal was pleased that Becky Lee liked the vows he’d written. He’d been a bit unsure, but he’d known she didn’t want the traditional vows. Not with their wedding arrangement. They couldn’t vow to love one another until death.
For the very briefest moment he was sad that they hadn’t been able to have those vows. He wondered what it would be like to marry someone who he was so in love with that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
That reminded him, he’d almost forgotten. “I’ll be right back.” He hurried inside and dug a small wrapped present from his bag. He went back out and sat beside Becky Lee.
“I got a little something for you.”
“What? Oh, I didn’t even think to get you a wedding present.” Becky Lee looked embarrassed.
“You didn’t need to. I just thought… you might like this.” He handed her the present.
She carefully unwrapped the box and opened it. “Oh, a watch.”
“Not just any watch… it talks to your cell phone. If your phone rings, the watch vibrates on your wrist. You can also use it to make your cell phone ring if you’ve misplaced it…”
Becky Lee laughed. “I see you’ve already got me figured out. Constantly losing the darn phone.”
“Well, I figured with things the way they are, and you watching Scotty and all, it would be good to see if we can keep you in better contact.”
“I love it.” She flashed that dazzling smile of hers at him. “You’re a thoughtful gift giver. You’ll have to help me get it to talk to my phone. I’m not that techie about things like this.”
“I’ll set it up for you and show you how it works. You can read text messages on it. Send them from it.”
“I feel like some kind of futuristic spy. This is great. I still feel badly that I didn’t get you anything.”
“Don’t. I just thought this might make things a bit easier for you.”
They sat contentedly on the swing, gently swaying in companionable silence. He looked over at Becky Lee, lost in her own thoughts and staring into her wine glass. He was fine with marrying this woman. He was. She was amazing. Strong in her convictions. Caring.
And beautiful.
So beautiful that he wanted to lean over and tuck the wayward curl that had escaped the pulled up hair while they’d walked along the beach.
At that very moment, he wished there was someone around to give him a reason to kiss those lips of hers.
She looked up suddenly as if she had felt his thoughts. “You okay?”
His ears burned and he cleared his throat. “I’m okay. Just thinking about today.”
“Me, too.”
“Are you sorry you married me?” Cal’s insecurities raced through him.
“No, I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry at all.” Becky Lee smiled a wistful smile. “It was a lovely day.”
Cal pushed with his foot again, and the swing creaked as it started back in motion. “It was a good day.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Becky Lee stood in the middle of her front room while Steve and Cal carried in Cal and Scotty’s things, some left-over food from their place, a few suitcases and duffle bags. Not a lot of things, but still, it was hard to squeeze anything else into her small cottage.
Scotty and Josh checked out his new bedroom, then raced outside to the backyard to kick a soccer ball around.
“Thanks for watching Scotty last night.” Becky Lee started unpacking some boxes in the kitchen while Cal and Steve grabbed some beers from the fridge.
“My pleasure. The boys ran hard until bedtime then dropped like rocks. Works for me.”
“Do you want a beer?” Cal held up an ice cold beer towards her.
It looked good. Really good. She should get her kitchen organized though and get the food put away. But the beer looked really good. But the boxes… “Sure, I’ll have one.”
Cal grinned and popped the top on a bottle and handed it to her. “You need a glass?”
“No, I’m a bottle drinker.”
Steve grinned. “Good for you.”
The three of them went out to the back patio and sat in the shade of the towering pine tree.
“Not much of a honeymoon for you two.” Steve leaned back in his chair.
Becky Lee almost choked on her beer until she realized Steve was talking about the honeymoon only being one night—not about what did or didn’t happen on the honeymoon.