“Careful Cade, She WILL pee on you if you make her laugh too hard. She really needs to get her bladder checked by a doctor”, Gertie stated, with a small laugh. Braxton stood next to her and laughed with her, cupping the back of her neck with his hand for a moment.
Cade took Gertie seriously and put Kresley on her feet quickly, but held on to her to keep her balanced and upright. “No strippers, Kresley. Repeat after me. I, Kresley Anderson, the hottest woman on the earth, promise my fiancé that I will not be in the presence of any strippers, male or female, again, for as long as I live.”
Kresley scrunched up her face, as if she were having to seriously think about it before making any promises. After some more tickling by Cade and hearing his alpha growls come from deep within his chest, Kresley repeated what Cade stated, missing a few words here and there. She kissed him with a loud smack on the lips to seal the deal.
“Sorry girls, unless you don’t want to have me come to any future parties, I can’t be there with a stripper. My man made me promise”, Kresley stated with a shrug and lift of her shoulders and arms. She wasn’t too broken up about it.
“Way to go, bowing down to your fiancé just because he gives you good lovin’.” Birdie smirked and winked at Cade. He flipped her the bird and went back to the grill.
Boomer followed him back over, slow to leave the space that Grace stood. “Grace, the next time you need a stripper, just call me. I’ve got the police uniform ready to go”, Boomer stated with a wink. He took his hand and stroked over her lower back and he walked behind her, heading back over to the grill. Kresley noticed that Grace didn’t say anything, but blushed furiously for several minutes after. Kresley just smiled slyly at Boomer when she caught his eye and nodded her approval to continue his flirting. The other men wandered back over to the grill as well.
“Okay, so sitting on you to get a date set didn’t work. So let’s just write down the months and the weekend dates left in this year in a bowl and you pick one of each. Whatever date it creates will be your wedding date. It’s that simple”, Gertie stated, always being the pragmatic one in the group. Kresley thought for a moment and decided to try it and see.
Birdie hollered to Francie to bring some paper, pen and a bowl. She and Jaxson came outside with all three. She wrote down the months in one color and the dates in another color of paper. She folded each piece of paper so Kresley couldn’t know which was which. They called Cade over to the group and explained what they were doing. Cade just nodded and stroked Kresley’s hair. He was truly fine with however they came up with the wedding date and details.
“Okay, so Cade, you pick the month and Kresley you pick the date. Don’t open them until you can together after picking.”
Kresley watched as Cade reached in with his giant hand and took out one of the colored pieces of paper that represented the months. Kresley followed his lead and did the same for the dates. They both looked at each other and nodded, opening up the pieces of paper together. They looked down and Kresley sucked in her breath. She looked up at Cade with wide eyes, silently asking him if the date was okay. He grinned at her and simply kissed her forehead.
“Well, what’s the date?”
“The date is July 13th, so next weekend! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Next weekend? Seriously. No, baby, we can’t get everything together to marry by next weekend. That’s crazy! Cade……”, Kresley stated, sheer panic on her face and motions of her arms. Melt down shall commence in 3...2...1...
Cade took hold of Kresley’s arms and squeezed her to get her attention. She focused up at his beautiful blue eyes and immediately began calming down. “Listen baby. Are you listening? Okay, I. Do. Not. Care when our wedding is as long as it’s soon and non-stressful for you. So next weekend sounds great to me. We already agreed that we wouldn’t take off for a honey moon until these cases were solved or at least stopped. But we CAN get married. I’m so excited my love. Now we just need to figure out where to get married. Just put ideas in the bowl and draw another one out. It’s the easiest way to decide when you don’t feel like doing it.”
Francie, Gertie, Birdie and Grace gathered around them at the moment, all excited that a date had been set. Boomer and the guys had been watching from near the grill, all looking happy for Cade and Kres. Boomer walked over and casually stated a suggestion for the wedding.
“Hey, why don’t you guys just get married at that small chapel that sits on Lake Windsor. I know they let people get married in it for a small fee. And it’s air conditioned. But it’s small, not far from here, and it has beautiful lake views around it. There’s a reception building nearby to it if you wanted to have the after party nearby.” Boomer finished his opinion and looked around, perplexed. “What? Like I can’t have an opinion on something besides grilling meats? I notice things. I’m a cop. And I’m a guy. We think about stuff like this, for your information. Like where we want to get married. I’m not
