Yet Fallon felt darkness looming. Brody tipped her face up to his. “What is it, Sugar?” he asked in his slight southern drawl. She answered automatically, “Can’t wait to get out of here with my husband.” Fallon loved the way that sounded. Jess ran over and tugged on Fallon’s arm. “I want you to swear to me you’ll be careful on your trip. I know you’re only going until Monday morning, but I can’t help feeling like something big is coming. I just can’t see any details.” Fallon’s stomach bottomed out. “Don’t tell me that, you twit. You’re supposed to wish us a happy trip.” “Yeah, well it’s not like you two are going to need my wishes. You’re getting lost in the wilderness so you won’t be interrupted. I already know you two will be getting down and dirty the whole damned weekend.” “Duh,” Fallon answered, “that’s what honeymoons are for.”
