Liam and I are in the kitchen, our gaze outside. The vibrant aroma of morning coffee accompanies us as we watch the sun peeks through the windows.

“It’s going to be a great day,” Liam says, his voice gentle. “I hope our second wedding will be a great day like this.”

I grin at him. “I haven’t seen a weather forecast for that long,” I jest, knowing exactly that he is referring to the renewal of our vows that we set once our contract ends.

Liam leans against the counter and gazes at me. “What kind of second wedding are you dreaming of, Cassie?”

I lean as well until our...