“I think it’ll be great.”
My girl is as terrible of a liar as I am. “I’ll tell her you said hi.”
“We’re going to have to celebrate her promotion when you guys get back.”
“No more Tara, huh?”
“Nope. Fired for fraternization. Would you imagine that?” Stevie tries to hide her satisfied smile, but I hear it in her tone. “Indy is in charge now.”
“You know, Stevie girl.” I pull back, eyeing her. “You’re not a flight attendant anymore. You can’t get fired, and I remember a little something about a mile-high club I’ve been dying to join.”
“Miles,” she corrects. “But I’m not having sex on a public airplane.” She pats my chest condescendingly. “Sorry about it.”
I lift a single brow. “If you don’t think I’d charter a private jet to make this happen, you clearly don’t know me very well, sweetheart.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Her blue-green eyes shine with humor.
“You love me.”
“Hell yeah, I do.”
“All right, man,” Maddison cuts in. “We gotta get to the airport.”
“It’s just a few days,” Stevie reminds me. “I love you. Have fun with your teammates.”
Hooking my hand behind her neck, my thumb skims her jaw. I pepper kisses up the column of her throat, dotting her freckled cheeks before I urgently press my lips to hers. We both smile into the kiss, acknowledging I’m acting overly needy right now, but fuck it. I am.
“I love you, Vee.” I seal it with one more kiss before heading off with Maddison, my suitcase in tow.
“When are you going to make it official?” he teases once we’re out of earshot of the girls.
I playfully roll my eyes while climbing into the passenger seat of his truck. “Not everyone gets married the second they meet their person.”
“Yeah, but you’re not everyone. So, what’s the deal? You popping the question or what?”
“Lewis is working on her ring.” My sly smile lifts on one side of my mouth. “Getting her fingers sized all those months ago was the perfect cover. It should be ready soon.”
“It’s extravagant as fuck, isn’t it?”
“Have you met me?”
Maddison pulls out of the parking lot as I keep my focus out the passenger window, watching my girl.
“Welcome to the club,” he says. “Leaving home absolutely sucks.”
Stevie waves goodbye, her smile as soft and sweet as she is, and I can’t believe how lucky I am that I get to come home to her.
I never thought I’d say this, but, “I hate road games.”
THE END