She was supposed to be Kate Montgomery. She remembered the way she used to jot her name with her boyfriends’ last names when she was a teenager. She’d say the name out loud, testing it on her tongue. She hadn’t even thought of her married name with Lucas until Pastor McFadden pronounced them man and wife. Kate Wright. It sounded strange.

Lucas studied her from across the room, and she remembered he’d asked a question. The itinerary. She had it memorized. “We were supposed to go to the beach today, surfside. Bryan wanted to—” Why was she rambling about Bryan? “Anyway, it would give us time to make plans, if you’re up for it.” He didn’t seem like a beach person, but she could be wrong.

He shrugged. “Sure. I’ll need to swing by my house and pick up my things first.”

He’d need to know what she had planned in order to pack accordingly. She rattled off the agenda, noting the whaling museum, the day trip to Martha’s Vineyard, and the other points of interest she’d planned to take Bryan to.

The more things she listed, the higher Lucas’s brows went.

“What?” Kate asked.

“There any room for spontaneity on that list?”

“Spontan—what in the world for?”

His crooked smile was slow. “Tell you what. I’ll do everything on your agenda if you’ll allow one day of spontaneity.”

Kate frowned. What was the point? She’d included everything a person could want from one week on Nantucket. She studied Lucas skeptically. “What would we do?”

His head cocked. “Planning kind of ruins the point.”

She sighed. She supposed it was his vacation too. “Oh, all right. One day.” Her hollow stomach let out a growl. “I’m starving.” She hadn’t taken more than two bites at the reception.

“Room service?”

She was ready to sit down to a big, hot breakfast. “I was thinking the restaurant.”

He leaned against the back of the sofa, hands in his shorts pockets. “Won’t that seem odd?”

Odd? Oh. Newlyweds would still be in bed at this hour. For several more hours, at least. She felt her cheeks grow warm. “Maybe you’re right. Will you order something while I grab a shower?”

He gave a mock bow. “Your wish is my command.”

Kate refrained from rolling her eyes.

While Kate showered, Lucas called room service and placed their order, then puttered around the room awhile, procrastinating.

He couldn’t put it off any longer. The last thing he wanted was for his parents to read about the wedding in the paper before he told them. As it was, it wasn’t going to be much fun.

He picked up the phone and dialed his mom’s cell. “Hi, honey,” his mom greeted him. “Hang on a second. I need to plug in the phone.”