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The Jet Grant smile.
Rare.
Unique.
Mine.
He takes my hand, his thumb dusting over the diamond. “It can’t come soon enough,” he rasps.
“You know we’re serving grapefruit cocktails in bottles at the wedding, right? No glasses.”
I smirk as he growls, his fingers twitching against mine.
“Don’t think I won’t pull your dress up and yank your panties off so I can spank your bare ass on a plane full of people if I have to.”
I laugh and press another kiss to his lips. His eyes darken as I bat my eyelashes, playing with him.
“I thought you might say that, so I made it easier for you. Check your pocket.”
He narrows his eyes at me as he puts his hand into his pants pocket. His jaw ticks, his brows pulling low as he finds his present.
I reach up and whisper in his ear, “They’re the ones you got messy before we left.”
I move back, enjoying the way the vein in his temple throbs as he casts his eyes around the airline lounge. A muscle in his cheek tightens as he lowers his voice, barely above a growled whisper.
“Goddamn, Ava.”
“You’re welcome,” I breathe, kissing him on the cheek, right over the twitching muscle.
He grumbles something, but I miss it as an announcement plays over the speakers. He looks at me, tightening his grip on my hand. I squeeze it back in response.
“Come on. Time to go.”
I nod, emotion suddenly bubbling in my throat.
Happiness, safety, adventure.
They aren’tso closeanymore.
They’re here.
They’re him.
He looks at me in understanding, taking hold of my chin and tilting it up so he can kiss me gently.
“If you’re not happy in LA, we’ll move. Or William can move over. I’ll build him a house. Liv too.”
I smile at how serious his handsome face is. My beautiful, complicated, grumpy man. Ready to do anything for me.
“I am happy. And I’ll be happy living in LA with you, listening to you skip like a lunatic at 6AM. What’s your record now?”
“Nine fifty.”
“Nine hundred and fifty,” I muse, running my fingers down his tie as he watches me. “You’re insane.”
He places his hand over mine and holds it against his chest.
“I’m obsessed.” His lips curl up a fraction.
