Rachel’s POV

We slipped away quietly. I was getting impatient to be with my husband.

After the cake had been cut, the last dance swayed under the fairy lights, and Miranda had fallen asleep on Naomi’s shoulder with icing on her cheek, Miles reached for my hand.

"Let’s go," he whispered.

I didn’t hesitate, not even for a second.

The ride to the lake cabin was quiet, filled with lingering glances and the occasional brush of his fingers against mine. Every time he looked at me, ...