"Then it'll be between us. If we're going to be married, we have to trust each other at least a little."
The garden path was uncomfortable beneath his bare feet, but Flint wasn't about to complain about something so trivial. "I'll be gone most of the week before the wedding," he admitted. His patrols were not something that had needed to be discussed thus far. "If you wish to stay elsewhere while I'm gone, I won't blame you. Mum and Flavs can be a lot to handle. Not sure if you can have a guest while I'm gone."