Page 65 of Dark Princess: Shadows
"I have two perfectly good ones from the cruise weddings," he said. "They're practically new, and I've had them cleaned."
Marina looked disappointed. "Okay. They were both very nice," she said without much conviction.
Peter smiled. "On second thought, I should order a brand-new tux. My tailor has my measurements, so all I have to do is call him and ask him to make it blue to match your hair."
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MARINA
"It was amazing." Marina leaned against Peter's arm as they stood in the hotel lobby, waiting for the second elevator that would take them down to the parking level where they had left their car.
She wasn't looking forward to another bullet ride in the insanely fast elevator, but she was definitely looking forward to getting home and undressing Peter while kissing every inch of skin she exposed.
The pink dress shirt he had on might have looked feminine on another man, but he looked as masculine as ever, his biceps straining the fabric even though he wasn't an iron pumper.
He was just an excellent male specimen.
When they entered the elevator, Peter tapped on the glass screen but not to take them to the parking area. Instead, she saw him selecting the seventieth floor.
Maybe there was an observation deck he wanted to show her?
However, why would it be two floors below the restaurant?
"Where are we going?" she asked.
Peter's eyes sparkled with mischief. "It's a surprise."
Had he arranged for them to spend the night? If so, she needed to call Wonder and let her know she wouldn't be coming to the café in the morning. But maybe he'd planned on using the room just for a few hours?
The thought sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
The problem with that scenario was that she would pass out from his venom bite, and he would have to dress her and carry her to the car afterward.
Not that it was a problem for her mate.
She cast another admiring look at the pink shirt that was stretched across his broad shoulders in a most enticing way and the gray slacks that lovingly hugged his thighs.
Marina still couldn't believe that this gorgeous immortal was all hers, and that in just a little over a week they'd be married.
"You got us a room, didn't you?" she asked as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
His only response was that signature smirk that never failed to make her weak at the knees. They walked down the corridor until the very end, where Peter pulled out his phone and waved it in front of a double door—the only one of its kind she had seen on this floor.
When one of the panels swung open smoothly, a pleasant, computerized voice announced, "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. MacBain."
She turned to look at him. "So, that's how it's going to be from now on?"
He shrugged, and before she knew what he was planning, he swung her into his arms and carried her inside. "This is the honeymoon suite, my love."
He was traditional, but that was just one more thing she loved about him.
Not that celebrating a honeymoon before the wedding was a traditional move, but it was a very Peter thing to do.
Winding her arms around his neck, she pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Aren't we supposed to be married first and then go on our honeymoon?"
"There are fittings and rehearsals for everything else before the wedding, so why not for the honeymoon suite as well? I thought we could have some fun away from the village and the stress of the upcoming party."
He carried her through the opulent living-room portion of the suite to the bedroom area, setting her gently on the plush king-sized bed with the enormous heart-shaped pillow. That's when she spotted the duffle bag on the floor beside the closet door.