Jennifer looked up from her typewriter when the door opened and saw Jonathan there. She smiled at him and said, "Wait just a moment, darling, I'm almost finished with this paragraph."

He walked into the room, smiling back at her. "Take your time."

She got back to what she was working on and was vaguely aware of him walking behind the desk and putting his hands gently on her shoulders before leaning down to kiss the side of her neck. God, she loved it when he did that. He certainly liked doing it. And nothing could possibly have been more distracting than that. "Jonathan," she warned.

But Jonathan just chuckled affectionately and stepped back. He went to sit on the sofa and out of her way, which she appreciated. She just needed another minute to get this onto the page and she'd be done.

"And…there!" she announced a moment later. Jennifer turned herself in the chair to face Jonathan. "Hello, darling," she greeted, finally able to pay him the attention she liked to give him.

"Hello to you. I take it the work is going well?" he asked.

"Very well. Other than the three interviews I don't yet have and the two here that I'm polishing the background on, I've gotten all caught up," she told him. "And I have two interviews set up for next week and one for the week after. Which gives me another week after that to finish as much of this as I can before our wedding."

Jonathan frowned. "Isn't that a little rushed? I thought you've been spending the last year on this book?"

She nodded. "And I want to finish it. I don't know what you've got in mind for our honeymoon, but I hardly think I'll have any interest in working until at least the new year. Wedding, honeymoon, holiday season. And if we buy a house in that time, too, I'll have all my time taken up with that. So I want to get the manuscript to the publisher before our wedding day so at least it's off my plate until they come back with revisions for me to work on," Jennifer explained.

"So will this be the last Jennifer Edwards book, or will you keep your name professionally?" he asked.

Jennifer furrowed her brow. She hadn't thought about it yet. "Well, the book will be published after we're married. I'll be Jennifer Hart by the time it goes into print."

Jonathan smiled and looked down, shaking his head in amusement.

"What?" she asked.

He looked back up at her. "Jennifer Hart. That's the first time I've heard it out loud. It sounds pretty good."

Jennifer realized that was the first time she'd said it out loud. Jennifer Hart. She was going to be Jennifer Hart. She might use Edwards as her middle name. And she should probably decide. But she would never be Jennifer Edwards again in about thirty-five days. "Jennifer Hart," she repeated.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I love it," she assured him. "And I'll be Jennifer Hart for this and every other book I write."

But Jonathan disagreed. "I think you should still be Jennifer Edwards for this book. You started it and did almost all of the work before you even met me, so it's only fair it be under your name."

Jennifer just about slid off her chair and into a puddle of lovesick goo. Could any man in the entire world ever be so caring and charming and sweet and wonderful? Jennifer doubted it. Only her Jonathan.

He continued, "I mean, you do still have a lot to do if you want to finish before the wedding. Do you have enough time for that?"

It was a fair question. A different woman might have been caught up with the wedding planning and getting the perfect dress and all of those things. And Jennifer had been working on the wedding plans alongside Jonathan and the planner he'd hired. And she did still need to get a dress, come to think of it.

But Jennifer knew she was lucky enough to have the economic ability to pass on most of those tasks to others. Jonathan was paying a lot for people to help them, and that meant that she could let them do their jobs while she did hers.

"I think so," she answered cautiously. "I know it's a lot, but I want to enjoy the first few months of our married life without work hanging over my head. You made arrangements to take time away, so I want to do the same." Jennifer felt a sense of gravity come over her. "Our relationship is as important to me as it is to you, Jonathan. I mean that."

Jonathan stood up and crossed over to her, kneeling down to meet her eye level and taking her face in his hands reverently. "I know," he murmured. He kissed her softly. "I know," he repeated.

Jennifer wrapped her arms around him and held him close. They had held each other quite a lot over the last two months since they met. She still hadn't gotten tired of it. She probably never would. She just loved the feel of his hard bulk under her touch, the soft strength of him, the intoxicating smell, the comforting warmth. "Oh I love you," she breathed, pressing her face into his neck.

He pulled back just enough to kiss her again, this time more deeply. Jennifer indulged in the magnificent luxury of kissing him. Another thing she would never, ever get tired of.

It was Jonathan who eventually ended their kiss. "I think I've been distracting you again," he said, trying to catch his breath.

Jennifer pouted. He wasn't wrong. He was distracting her. But that didn't mean she didn't want him to distract her or, heaven forbid, stop anything he was doing.

He kissed the tip of her nose, which he sometimes did when she was acting childish. Like now. "You get back to work, darling. I just wanted to come in and see how you were doing and ask if you might be able to take the evening off?"

"How much of the evening?" she asked. Her arms were still around him, not wanting to let him go just yet.

"I have a surprise for you, and we should leave here around 3. It's a bit of a drive. Max'll take us in the Bentley," he said cryptically.

Jennifer brightened at that. She loved surprises. Jonathan always gave the best surprises. And as much as she adored her Mercedes and driving herself all around Los Angeles, she really did love when Max drove them in the Bentley.

She checked her watch and saw that it was just a little before noon. Almost time for a lunch break. But plenty of time to finish for the day.

"Why don't I keep working here for another hour and then I can have a late lunch and then get myself ready. What should I wear?" she asked, wanting to be prepared.

"Casual. Jeans, maybe?" he offered.

Jennifer raised her brows. She'd only worn jeans twice since being in California. And both times, Jonathan had been very complimentary to the way the jeans showed off her assets. If he wanted to wear them in public, he must certainly have something in mind to allow him to enjoy the view.

Oh this was going to be fun, she could just tell.

As Max drove them down the Five, Jonathan was having trouble containing his excitement. Jennifer held his hand but had her nose practically pressed against the window, asking questions about everything. Jonathan had to remind himself still that she had spent very little time in California. Driving outside of LA proper was very new for her.

"Orange County," she said aloud, noticing the sign. "What's in Orange County?"

"You'll see," Jonathan said, grinning. He didn't want to spoil the surprise, but he was dying to get there.

She turned to him and laughed, his enthusiasm infecting her as well. "Jonathan, what is this all about?"

Jonathan gave her hand a little squeeze. "Seventy-five days ago, you sat down at the bar in the Ritz and ordered a double vodka martini. And you were very aloof and even a little cold to the frustrated American sitting next to you who just wanted to hide from the press, and even as that annoying American complained about a horrible reporter named Jennifer Edwards and then tried to flirt with you, you decided to give him a chance. So in honor of seventy-five days since Jonathan Hart took Louise Tobin out on the town, I thought we should do something special."

"Has it really been seventy-five days since we met?" she asked.

"To the day," he assured her. "I had wanted to do something for two months after we met, but that was the day you tried out that new salon to get your hair done and I had to go into the office for a couple hours. So while I was there, I started arranging this."

"And what is this?" Jennifer pressed.

Max took the freeway exit and Jonathan pointed out the window. Jennifer gasped and then started laughing. Jonathan explained, "Maybe another time we can come for longer, but I didn't want to take you away from a whole day of working, and the special part comes after dark anyway."

Jennifer beamed in excitement, and Jonathan couldn't have been happier. He had taken a slight risk with this surprise, not quite knowing what she'd think, but it seemed she was looking forward to it.

Thanks to the arrangements Jonathan had made, Max was able to drive right up over the main walkways to the entrance.

And then Jennifer frowned. "Wait, where are all the people? Are you sure it's open?"

"It is for us," Jonathan explained. "For the next few hours, we have the whole place to ourselves."

"Jonathan!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Jonathan, this is too much!"

He laughed and got out of the car to open the door for her. "Nothing is too much, darling," he assured her. "Welcome to Disneyland!"

Jennifer threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "You are the sweetest man who ever walked the earth, you know that?"

"Only for you," he answered, kissing her cheek. "Come on, I've got something special to start with."

"I'm sure you do," she answered knowingly. She had learned his penchant for planning big things already. She would just have to see what he had come up with for the honeymoon.

They held hands and practically ran through the turnstiles at the entrance. They were greeted by the face of Mickey Mouse made of flowers on the small hill below the train station. Jonathan led her to the right and through the tunnel and out onto the main square of Main Street U.S.A. "Your chariot awaits," Jonathan announced.

Just as he'd arranged, one of the horse-drawn streetcars was waiting for them to board. Jonathan helped Jennifer up into the streetcar and he got in next to her. She snuggled up into his arms for the ride.

The sound of the horse's hooves clopping on the concrete and the warmth of Jennifer in his arms made Jonathan's heart swell. The sights and sounds and smells of Disneyland were a delight, but this right here was what he had wanted.

"You know," Jennifer began, "all my life I've never been in a horse-drawn carriage, and now I've known you for seventy-five days and this is the second occasion of this we've had."

Jonathan felt himself blush slightly. He should have known she'd figure it out. "I've always liked a horse-drawn carriage."

"You have? How come? I mean, it's lovely, but you're a pilot and you drive a Ferrari. What makes you like this so much?" she asked curiously.

"Well, when I was a kid and up to no good—before Max found me—some of us at Mission Street would sneak into the movie theater. And I couldn't tell you the movie, but there was one we saw where the guy surprised the girl with a carriage ride, and as they went through the park, he kissed her, and the music swelled. I'd never seen anything so romantic before. And it just kinda stuck with me," he confessed.

Jennifer looked at him, her eyes alight with utter adoration. "You really are the sweetest man alive. I can't believe I got so lucky." She leaned in and kissed him.

He decided not to tell Jennifer that the carriage ride through London he'd arranged with Max after asking Jennifer to marry him was the very first time he'd ever actually done that. He had thought about it with women in the past as a romantic gesture, but it had never really felt right before. He had been saving this for a woman he truly loved. He hadn't truly been in love before Jennifer.

The streetcar let them off at the end of the street by the statue of Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse. A photographer was waiting to have Jennifer and Jonathan pose in front of the statue with the Disneyland castle behind them. From there, it was through the castle and into Fantasyland.

"What ride do you want to go on first?" Jonathan asked.

Jennifer opened her mouth to answer but then paused and looked around "Wait, where's Max? He shouldn't just wait by the car. Can he come with us?"

Jonathan knew Max didn't mind one way or the other. He wasn't against childish things, but he was happier at a racetrack than at a theme park. Still, Jennifer was sweet to think of him. And really, it would be more fun with all of them together. Jonathan asked a worker in one of the shops to call to the entrance and give the message to Max to join them.

"Have him meet us at the carousel," Jennifer said. She was already rushing over to choose the horse she wanted. Jonathan followed after being assured the message would be delivered.

They took horses side by side and laughed delightedly as they bobbed up and down in time to the Disney music playing while the carousel spun. By the time the ride was done, Max was waiting for them.

"You know, they got one of these in Griffith Park. We woulda only had to drive ten minutes to go there," he pointed out.

But he quickly got into the spirit of everything. They did all the rides of Fantasyland, from Peter Pan to Pinocchio and even the colorful flying elephants of Dumbo. Max got a little queasy on the Alice in Wonderland spinning teacups, so he sat out the Matterhorn Bobsleds.

Jennifer opted out of the Autopia cars, watching Max and Jonathan whiz by on the child-sized vehicles. But then they all caught the train from Tomorrowland to New Orleans Square where they did Pirates of the Caribbean and the Haunted Mansion. And there was time enough for the Enchanted Tiki Room show and It's A Small World before sunset. Dinner was at the Golden Horseshoe, where they watched the floor show in its wonderful Old West saloon style.

"And now the big surprise." Jonathan led them out of Frontierland and back to the castle. There was a bench set up in the middle of the open square for them all to sit.

"What's happening?" Jennifer asked in confusion.

"Just wait," he answered.

The lights all went out, and the piped-in music went silent. The hush of anticipation filled the air. And then, an enormous boom echoed the empty park. Jennifer gasped as the fireworks filled the sky, all timed to the Disney songs that started playing. She snuggled against him, and Jonathan wrapped his arm around her shoulders as their gazes remained on the fireworks display above.

The grand finale came far too soon, but Jonathan was pleased to see his plan all work out. The fireworks spelled out J + J and two intertwined hearts. Jonathan kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "You and me, Hart to Hart."