“Walking to our honeymoon will take thirty seconds. Free lodgings. We won’t have to pack.” “Yes.” I clap. “Yes, yes, yes.” “And to think, we were considering getting on a plane and flying all the way to Juneau to stand on a glacier and be just as cold as we are here. And we own the venue!” He swings a look at me and grins. “Naomi, we’re getting married.”
