Okay, maybe bridal style isn't ideal for carrying weight long distances, but there's no way she's chickening out now. Not with Gerry staring at her like he's got bees in his mouth. And anyway, she's strong enough. Even if she's a little drunk.

"Fine."

Carolina meanders her way over to him, eyes him up and down a little pointedly, then scoops him up in well-muscled arms. One hand splays across his back. Heat radiates from him. She tries not to think about it. Just walk.

"Better start rehearsing your vows now."