The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side of the Atlantic Ocean by Katherine Julia

"So I was thinking," I said, as I slid into the seat across from my finance in this adorable little café. "Hawaii for the honeymoon?"

"I don't know," Zach said, wrinkling his nose. "I was thinking something more like Paris, or Barcelona."

I pulled out my big binder of wedding stuff, and flipped through torn out magazine ages of places.

"Ugh. We always go there, though. On missions and stuff."

"I know, Gallagher Girl," Zach smirked, taking my hand over the table. The huge rock n my left hand glinted in the sunlight. "But this time it'd just be you and me, on a romantic honeymoon." He winked. "No illegal drug trafficking or plans to blow up space stations. Just you and me."

"Yeah, but Zach, the Bahamas?" I said, staying strong.

"The grass is always greener on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, Cam," he said. "But it's up to you. If you want to go someplace warm and sunny we can."

"I'm just tired of Europe," I said, looking around at the seemingly dreary London streets. "We never get to go anywhere else."

Zach smirked. "Now that I think about it, warm and sunny isn't so bad. I wouldn't mind seeing you in that red bikini…" He winked, and I kicked his foot under the table.

"Okay, the Bahamas it is," I said, smiling.