““Are you sure about that, Mrs. Maddox?” “Are you ever going to stop calling me that? You’ve said it a hundred times since we left the chapel.” He shook his head as he held the cab door open for me. “I’ll quit calling you that when it sinks in that this is real.” “Oh, it’s real all right,” I said, sliding to the middle of the seat to make room. “I have wedding night memories to prove it. He leaned against me, running his nose up the sensitive skin of my neck until he reached my ear. “We sure do.””
