"He's going to Mexico for four nights," Kat said. "Isn't that long for a bachelor party?"

"Honestly, I don't care," I said, "and I don't really need to hear about it."

"Sorry," she said, "the stress of planning is just getting to me. I've got the planner and his mom and my mom all jumping down my throat."

"The only person who should be shoving stuff down your throat is me," I said.

She laughed, shaking off the stress. "You're right, though," she said. "My perspective is off. Can we do a getaway while he's gone?"

"I'm three steps ahead of you, Kitty Kat," I said.

Time was going by...