Page 124 of Havoc's Fox

Havoc playfully nipped her shoulder. “Besides, you’re all about the wedding planning.”

“I am,” she admitted excitedly, “I can’t wait!”

“Me either. You will be Analise McCullen. A name I’ve loved since I was old enough to know that you share a name when you get married,” he said, releasing Analise so she could get up.

He lay back in bed and watched her as she pulled on a pair of leggings and one of his teeshirts. He smiled as she pulled her hair back, struggling to get it all in a scrunchy.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sound it out a few times over the years. Now, come on, get moving,” she said, stopping to kiss him quickly before she headed downstairs.

“I’m coming. I’m working up to getting up.”

“You risk not getting an eclair if you take too long. Ten minutes. That’s all you get.”

Havoc tossed his pillow at her as she darted through their open bedroom door, then lay back to spend a few minutes getting himself together before he got up to join them. He was never one to jump right out of bed, he needed a few minutes to get himself ready to deal with the day.

A few minutes later the scent of fresh coffee wafted up the stairs, enticing him to finally get out of bed. He pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms, and padded barefoot and shirtless down the stairs.

“There you are,” Analise said, presenting him with a cup of black coffee and an eclair as he took his seat at the large dining table to the side of the open kitchen.

“Thank you, ‘Lise.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Now, I was thinking blues and greens with some soft browns and beiges for your color scheme,” Emmalyn said, munching on a cream puff she held in one hand as she spread out sample books of fabric swatches and colors.

“We were thinking just an arch or something. Balloons even. Something easy,” Analise said.

“Balloons? Seriously?” She looked at Havoc. “You want the love of your life to pledge her undying love to you under prom decorations? Or do you want her to have a backdrop that speaks to forever and nature and complements everything about her beauty?”

Havoc popped the last of his first eclair into his mouth and chewed while nodding and reaching for another. After some quick chewing and swallowing, he gestured at Emmalyn with his new eclair. “She’s not wrong.”

“I’m never wrong. You two should know that by now,” Emmalyn said.

“I don’t want it to look too overdone. I want natural. Like I like my makeup. Just enhance what’s already there. Nothing too gaudy or overdone.”

“What about a gazebo? And the gazebo would be decorated with a mixture of flowers in pale blues, pale greenery, beiges and browns.”

“Yes! And wildflowers?” Analise asked.

Emmalyn scowled. “You and your wildflowers. What about wildflowers and hydrangeas? We can get them in a variety of blues from light to dark. And we’ll put wildflowers in with them.”

“Deal,” Analise said.

“Your bouquet has to have something gold,” Havoc said.

“Not too much. Just a touch,” Emmalyn said.

“I thought I’d wear a garter that’s gold,” Analise said.

Havoc stopped halfway to his mouth with his already bitten eclair and looked at Analise salaciously, his eyes flashing.

“You could remove it with your teeth,” Analise whispered seductively.

“Gross,” Emmalyn said, faking a shudder.

“You won’t think it’s gross when it’s you and your mate,” Analise said.

“I don’t have a mate.”