“Santiago-Peralta sounds better!” Amy insisted.
Desperately, Jake said, “Yeah, but Peralta-Santiago is alphabetical.”
Amy’s lips parted and she stared at him. She inhaled slowly. “The fact that you know me so well is definitely one of the reasons I’m marrying you, but at this exact moment, I’m infuriated by it.”
She grabbed his tie and yanked him close for a hot, messy kiss that made his head spin. When she pulled away, she tightened it until he choked a bit with a mean little smile that made his heart race.
“I’m so in love with you,” he breathed.
Amy’s smile widened into something warm and pleased, before she sighed. “Fine. Peralta-Santiago it is.”