June arched an eyebrow at him, wondering just how far he was going to play into their fake wedding. She wasn’t going to be the one to back down first though, so she leaned into the banter full force. “Oh no, not the itinerary,” she playfully mocked him, “Let me take a wild guess – Paris, Rome and then some quiet little cottage tucked anywhere by the sea where no one can hear me scream?” June tipped her head as she glanced at him, a coy smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Beckett could take that however he wanted.

His puppy dog eyes didn’t deter her as she popped the sandwich into her mouth. Goodness these were heavenly. Swiftly though, June’s gaze went down toward her bare finger, and she took a moment to think about it. “Not a diamond. An emerald would be nice, especially on a gold band.” She scoffed quietly as he blew her a kiss, a slight blush painting her cheeks. “Green is my favorite color.”

Then, like an afterthought she added, “Unless you could convince my father to let you have my late mother’s ring. That would win you all kinds of favors.” June winked at him. Oh yes, this was a lot of fun indeed.

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