9. Bikini
"Venice?"
"Maybe."
"Florence?"
"Maybe."
"Paris. It's Paris, isn't it?"
"Maybe."
Elizabeth pouted. "Will…why won't you tell me?"
A smirk spread over his face. "Not yet."
"But…" she paused, thinking of a valid reason for him to reveal the honeymoon location. "Ah! You should tell me so I know what clothes to pack!"
His infuriating grin grew wider.
"Will," she moved closer on their couch, sliding her head onto his shoulder. "You wouldn't want me to freeze while wearing my bikini in Finland. It is in Finland, correct?"
"Aww, baby, I'd never want you to freeze."
Triumphant success flooded her mind. He'd given in-
"It's a good thing that I will be there to take care of you."
Or not.
"Will!" she smacked his elbow. "Come on, tell me! I promise I'll keep it a secret!"
"What would be the point in that? I'm supposed to be keeping a secret from you. Not the bridal party." His dark eyes twinkled with mirth.
"Oh, fine. But if we get lost because you can't speak German, don't come looking for me." She settled back. One eye followed his movements closely, watching for any tell-tale sign.
No Fredericksburg then.
Moments ticked by as the two sat in serenity. Elizabeth finally looked up sleepily.
"Will? One last question. Is it New Zealand?"
His laughter filled the room.