I laughed. “He’s really working on that F150, I see. Or is it a Dodge Ram now?”

He lifted one shoulder. “He does need something.”

“A license, how about that first?” I grinned, fiddling with the knot of his black tie.

“Good point. I’m still new at this dad thing. You’ll have to help me out here from time to time.”

“I’d say you’re doing a heck of a job.” I pressed up on my toes to kiss his cheek. “My words.” I turned to go to the regular Nespresso machine, still unsure how to work the fancy one, but at the feel of both his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, I went still. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t wear those silk shorts and not expect me to—” He spun me around, covering my mouth with his. Before I knew it, I was on the counter, legs wrapped around his waist. “Maybe I can be a little late for my meeting?”

When he began working his mouth along my jawline and over to my ear, I latched on to him, breathless. “Be late. Or better yet just skip it.”

He rested both hands on the counter beside me as I arched into him.

He groaned, then brought his face back to mine, nuzzling my neck, trailing kisses along my jaw. “It’s a rather important meeting. One with an attorney.”

“Oh? Our marriage license?” I asked between kisses. “Or for our name changes?” For both Colin and me.

“No, I filed those documents the second the sun came up yesterday.”

“Mm. Of course you did. What was I thinking? You Costas move a mile a minute.”

My mind wandered to the wedding plans Izzy and my mother-in-law had already started before we’d returned to the States. They’d also pulled my mom into it as well. We had a four-way chat going already. And since party planning wasn’t my thing, I was happily bystanding my way through it, letting the three of them duke out the details.

“They’ll have us walking down the aisle in no time.” I laughed.

“Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there,” he rasped, tilting my face to get access to my neck, planting kisses there.

“The wedding would kind of suck without you, so I hope you show up,” I teased. “I think we’re getting married along the Kentucky and Tennessee border. You know, so Alessandro and Callie can drive there with Elijah since they don’t want to fly with him yet.” I dug my nails into his suit jacket as his hot breath fanned across the shell of my ear. “Guess what I found out through their back-and-forth that I may have fallen asleep trying to read last night?”