more months until I’m your husband.”
I checked the date at the top of the screen.
My stomach dropped.
“No,” I whispered.
Avery’s voice softened through the phone. “What?”
I checked my calendar.
“Only three more months…”
It had been my birthday trip. Tyler had booked a hotel, ordered pancakes, and turned his phone off for “one weekend with no distractions.continue reading …