Chapter 5

“All-natural,” Justin said solemnly. His eyes were dancing, not quite metaphorically: tiny twinkling flames made them a redder shade of spice-rack brown than any human range. “That full extent. I should know.”

“You don’t want to know how many minutes Reg spent laughing. He called me up justto laugh. Not even any words.”

“I think you’re very high-class. Not at all medium.”

“And classic. I’m ancient. You’re marrying an antique.”

“Don’t worry,” Justin said serenely. “I love old music.”

“We’re notgetting the carrot cake, just for that.”

“I liked that one! It had pineapple!”

“We’ll get it and you can have it. But answer the question.” He pressed a kiss to Justin’s forehead, let the pleasehover, silently and tangibly extended in the air.