Kalani barked a laugh at James’s response but settled down soon enough. “Yeah. Let me take a look at the app and see because I don’t remember,” he admitted, shifting in his seat to pull his phone out from his back pocket. “Let’s see… We can go to Hawaii, The Dominican, Greece, Italy or Mexico.” He looked to James to gauge his reaction to their options and then said, “I kinda feel like we could eliminate Hawaii. I wanna go there with you sometime to visit family but all these other places are out of the country and would probably cost more for us to go on our own. Since they’re covering it, I say we go for one of those.” He knew James’s schedule wasn’t as flexible as his own; he had a far more important and demanding job than Kalani did. Whenever it would work out for him, Kalani would make it work for his own schedule. He smiled a bit hearing about his in-laws. “So you learned to cook from your mom, or did you mostly learn on your own?” He thought back to their first date and how they had done their own version of Chopped with a fondness. At the mention of them getting to approach the barbecue like a second reception, Kalani smiled all over again. “I like the sound of all that.” His smile turned a bit prideful at James’s next comment. “I’ve always run hot for some reason. And I’m happy to share that heat with you and steal some kisses while I’m at it.”
“We should eliminate Hawaii. I think it would be better to go there to see your family. I’m sure they would let us stay with them for a few days at least,” he said. James was really looking forward to seeing Hawaii without being in the tourist trap areas. “I’ve always wanted to go to Italy. There are so many things to see there, and I’d want to eat so much food all the time. But I honestly don’t care which place we go to as long as we’re there together.” He knew how cheesy it was, but he was just excited to take a real vacation with his husband. “I learned a lot from my mom. Other stuff I learned from making recipes. Plus, a lot of what I make is bulk stuff for the firehouse. So a big baking dish filled with mac and cheese, a tray or lasagna, or a massive pile of hamburgers,” he explained. “It’ll be a fun night. We can just let loose. And I appreciate that you’ll share some heat with me. Is it stealing kisses if I give those to you willingly?”












