“Thank you. I wish Travis would have let me. So, when will we be married? We can write our own vows.”
“How about after dinner on Sunday?”
“That will be fine. Will you have your vows ready?”
“Oh, yes, Ben, I will. Can we tell everyone at dinner tonight?”
He nodded.
They kissed and held each other so long, Travis became nervous and left.
* * * *
Travis said nothing about the plans. He got a serious spanking when he was fourteen for eavesdropping. At dinner, everything was normal, and Dustin was still healthy enough to sit at the table. He sat opposite Angela, and they often had their gazes meet and then they’d smile.