Jade paced back and forth and scrolled through the document on her phone. Everything was done. Wasn't it?

"You're exhausting me." Nic walked into the bedroom, and Jade lost focus. Small rivulets of water ran down his chest. A towel wrapped around his waist. The crutches he used made his shoulders and arms flex with effort as he crossed the floor toward her.

She waited for him and leaned into him when he stood in front of her. "I'm freaking out."

A low rumble of laughter vibrated against her ear. "You, freak out? Who are you, and what have you done with my woman?"

She lifted away and slapped him on the arm. "Stop. This is serious." She spun on her heel and crawled into their bed. "We leave for the ranch tomorrow. Once we get there, it will be almost impossible to keep my mom oblivious."

Nic made his way to his side of the bed and propped his crutches next to the nightstand. "Which is why we've delayed going back until tomorrow. It is just a couple days, Jade. You've been undercover for almost a year—assumed a fake identity and brought down a huge drug operation with them none the wiser. I think you can fool your mom for a few days." He pulled the blankets back and slid between the sheets with her.

"You don't know my mom. She's got this talent or gift. She's a human lie detector. She knows everything. It’s a superpower." Jade dropped back onto the pillows. "I'm forgetting something." She draped her arm over her eyes.

"Okay, let’s run down the list. First, we have a place to get married, right?"

Jade lifted her arm and glared at her future husband. "Yes, we have a place to get married."

Nic held up another finger. "We have a license?"

Jade lifted up, folded her pillow in half and leaned back against it. "Yes, we got it when we were there at Thanksgiving."

Nic nodded and lifted another finger. "We have a preacher who is going to do the ceremony?"

"You know we do. We went through the counseling sessions, and I sent him a stipend as a thank you for performing the ceremony." Jade chuckled. "I added one hell of a tip because he was doing the ceremony on Christmas Eve. I think that's his busy season, if you catch my drift."

"I agree. So, we have a location, a license, and a preacher. We are going to be there and, worst-case scenario, we'll pull two strangers into the church to be our witnesses." Nic rolled over and pushed her hair off her shoulder. "Baby, anything else is just noise. If everything goes to hell, we will still be married."

She rolled into him and thumped his chest with her fist. "Dammit, you're going to make me cry, and I don't fucking cry."

"Of course you don't." Nic lay down and pulled her into his chest. "Just wait, in a few days we'll look back at this and laugh. You're worrying about nothing."

Jade slid her hand through the hair on his chest. Dammit, he was right. What was the worst that could happen? Enough acting like a dame without a brain. "You're right. I'm blowing this out of proportion. Fuck it. We've got this." She lifted up and straddled him. "Fuck me into oblivion, handsome."

Nic laughed and flipped her over. "There's the woman I'm marrying."