“Did you bring a suit?” she asked.

He flinched, glancing at his ratty backpack. “I don’t even own one.”

“It’s fine. We need to shop for rings anyway. Adding your suit to our to-do list isn’t a big deal.” She ran a hand through his hair, gently stroking a strand between her fingers. “I’m glad I’ll get to pick it out with you.”

“You’re not suggesting I get a haircut too?”

She lifted a shoulder in a graceful half shrug. “That’s up to you. The suit is to make our pictures pop.”

Surprised but pleased, he stepped away before he indulged the urge to hug her. “We’re even taking wedding photos?”

“Seven, to be precise. I got a ninety-nine-dollar package. It includes use of the chapel, ceremony, traditional music, filing of paperwork afterward, and they even provide witnesses if you need them. And it’s close to the office where we’ll get the license tomorrow.”

“You’ve thought of everything. Can I make a couple of requests?” He tried not to sound too tentative, but with her footing the bill, he felt like he had no right to be picky.

“Of course.”

“I’ve heard there are places here that you can get a deal on jewelry, and vintage suits are more interesting anyway.”

Leanne raised a brow, seeming amused. “You want to get our rings at a pawn shop and your suit from a thrift store?”

“Does that bother you? It’s because…I want to pay for both since you’re covering everything else, but I don’t have a lot to work with.” The admission shamed him, and he dropped his gaze, unable to face her derision.

Manicured fingers traced down his cheek, tilting his face upward. “There’s nothing wrong with living within your means. I didn’t choose you expecting a big, glittery rock, hon. In fact, I’m touched that you want to do what you can. Just let me find a few prospects, and we’ll head out. We can get dinner afterward.”

“That sounds awesome.” This time, he couldn’t contain himself, and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her with the tenderness and longing he’d been repressing for weeks.

Her lips were so soft, pillowy against his, and she knotted her fingers in his hair, pressing closer even as their tongues tangled. His emotions swelled, baffling and complicated; this wasn’t supposed to be real-real, but the further they went with this, the more he felt.

“Mmm. You’re a good kisser. Can we do that more once we’re married?”

He laughed softly. “You want more of me?”

“Definitely. Let’s get moving, unless you need a nap?”

“This has been a lot more exciting than I’m used to, but I’m enjoying the journey. Let’s get a rideshare and paint the town pink.”