The door opened, and Gabe came back in. I glanced at him sideways. “Couldn’t stay away for even five minutes?”

“I didn’t finish what I was saying about my birthday.”

“Oh, right… you’re turning 31… you stopped there…” I didn’t look at him, still focused on the picture.

“We’re taking a trip.”

I couldn’t resist and looked at him, barely containing my excitement. “Finally, our honeymoon!”

“I want your family there.”

I raised an eyebrow, ...