“How do you like the place?” Terrence asked the moment we stepped out of the car. He had his hands on his hips, looking absurdly excited, like a grown man showing off a brand-new toy he couldn’t wait to play with.

I could only shake my head. I honestly had no strength left to resist this honeymoon idea of his; it felt like it was set in stone in his brain, and nothing else could exist afterward. And not just any honeymoon, he meant immediately. As in, he mentioned it yesterday, and ...