That got me one of his easy grins.

Yes, I absolutely loved him.

“Good, means you’ll make out with me in the coat closet,” he replied.

“My mother will be displeased,” I noted.

“Only reason we’re goin’ back at all is so I can save my mother from yours.”

I moved into him, sliding a hand up his chest. “I’m sorry, Mickey. They’re—”

He interrupted me, “Relax, Amy. They don’t care. They know people like that. They know how to deal with people like that. They know you’re not like that. They like you and they like your kids. That’s what matters.”

It was.

This meant it was time to relax.

It was also time to make out.

I tipped my head to the side. “So, are we gonna make out or what?”

I felt the heat from his eyes before I felt his lips take mine.

I slid my arms around his shoulders.

He slid one hand to curl it around the back of my neck, the other one he curved around the cheek of my ass.

At the intimate touch, I gasped against his tongue.

Mickey pressed me into the wall.

Thus, we made out at our rehearsal dinner in the coat closet, and we did it a long time.

Long enough to totally piss off my mother (something she didn’t show, except for the glacial looks she aimed at me), which was fabulous.

And long enough to get me hot and bothered so, much later, when my cell on my nightstand chimed, waking me from a restless sleep, and I took the call to hear Mickey growl, “Door,” I’d run to the front door (but I probably would have done that anyway).

He, at my mother’s demand due to “tradition” was staying with Cillian and Auden at Jake and Josie’s.

He, obviously, had the key.

So he was through it before I got there.

But the warning call was seriously sexy.

And last, we’d made out long enough for Mickey to get so hot and bothered he’d fairly dragged me down the hall to my room.

We’d fucked on my daybed.

Then he’d kissed me deep and sweet at our front door and gone back to Lavender House because it was bad luck to see the bride on the wedding day.

And even though the time said it technically was our wedding day, I decided it didn’t count because the sun hadn’t yet gone up.

So I ignored that and just slid into Mickey and my bed, put my head to the pillows and fell back to sleep.

But I did it with my head still in the clouds.

* * * * *

Mickey

Mickey lay naked in the bed, the fireplace blazing, his eyes to the kitchen, waiting.

She walked to him wearing her sequined fuzzy slippers and a short robe, carrying a tray.