She wondered how things were going to go. Were they going to have sex again? She hoped so, and they’d joked about needing more condoms, but that was before things had gotten a little awkward. As Dani and Max opened the doors to their rooms, he winked at her, and, okay, yes, they were going to have sex again. She dropped her suitcase inside her door and without turning on any lights went straight to the adjoining door and yanked it open.

He had done the same with his door but was slightly ahead of her so he was already waiting for her.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he echoed, as he had done last night. Max never used the word hi in real life. He was too posh for that. He always said the full hello.

She launched herself at him, and without missing a beat he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist in a way that had become familiar. They did it almost of their own accord, simply because it was the next phase of the move.

Look at them. They had “moves.” All those Dirty Dancing lifts had actually been practice.

“Marie and Leo are going to be here any minute,” she mumbled against his mouth as she kissed him. “Marie is all hyper.”

“I know.” He moved his lips along the edge of her jaw and spoke against her skin. “I told her to take a rest, but she’s got a whole agenda for the afternoon.”

“Why isn’t her agenda going at it with her new husband?” She tilted her head back. She wanted him to pay some attention to her throat.

He did, letting his face slide down the side of her neck. Because he knew, somehow, what she wanted. “Damned if I know. If—”

A rap on his door startled them both. He grunted his displeasure and held onto her for a beat too long. She had to pull herself out of his grasp—which was actually flattering, but her heart kicked up several notches at the delay it caused. They could not be caught like this.

She fled to her room, and a few seconds later, she heard his door opening and him saying, “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

“I’m full of energy,” Marie said. “I’m giddy to be done with the wedding!” There was a pause. “No offense, Leo.”

“None taken,” came Leo’s voice. “You can’t be giddier than I am on that front.”

Dani stared at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were rosy. She looked rested—which she most decidedly was not. Maybe it was actually . . . happiness? She wasn’t sure she’d recognize that at first glance. It had been so long.

“Shall we go see the mine?” Marie asked.

“Are you sure you want to spend the first several hours of your honeymoon underground with me?” Max asked teasingly.