“Are you changing your name?”
“No…I mean, not unless you need me to. With the agency being named after us, I kinda like being a Spencer. Besides, I’d have to change it back when we divorce, and that’s too much paperwork.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s just a figure of speech, you know?”
“Of course.” It made complete sense for him to keep his name. Was I disappointed? I had no right to ask him to make such a monumental life change.
No, you just agreed to marry him. Not monumental at all.
Once we reached cruising altitude, I got my notebook out, and we went through our plan. While organizing the wedding had been a breeze, everything else wasn’t.
We were both concerned about lying to our families, but telling the truth wasn’t an option. Then, there was the press statement, which would go out as soon as we told the partners at VSE. But before we did that, I needed to consult with Mr. Hoffman. It was a chain reaction that couldn’t be stopped once it was in motion.
Noah was on board with everything, but I worried all the time that it would be too much for him. He wasn’t asking much of me at all, which then made me question his motives. Was it possible that his feelings matched mine?
No, that was ridiculous. He came up with the plan to help his friends. It was a business transaction, I thought to myself, and I’d do well to remember that.
“I can’t wait to get to the hotel. We’re going to have the best bachelor party,” Noah said.
“What do you know?” This was my worst nightmare. Enforced fun to meet a ridiculous tradition that you had to get stupidly drunk and make bad decisions before you got married.
We were already making one very bad decision, so it couldn’t get any worse, could it?
“No clue. Individually, those two are bad enough. Together? I’m terrified to find out, but I hope there will be strippers.”
“Fuck, no,” I pleaded. Noah just laughed.
“It’s okay, old man. If it gets too much for you, I’ll take you back to our room for your gentle bedtime routine.”
I quirked a brow. If he knew what I’d do to him, given the chance, he wouldn’t consider it that gentle.
The car I’d booked to take us to the hotel was waiting for us on the tarmac. Traveling in luxury wasn’t cheap, but it was certainly convenient.
“Fuck me. This is a palace,” Tanner said as we walked into our four-bedroom penthouse suite. “I wouldn’t have minded sharing a room with Jax, but this is another world.”
“I figured it would be easy if we were all together, and this way, everyone also has their own private room.”
Jax’s gaze was on Tanner as he opened all the doors and picked a room.
“I guess I’ll take this one next to Tanner’s,” Jax said before he took his bags away.
“Well, that’s the kids sorted,” Noah said. “Let’s see what we got.”
“We don’t have anything, remember?”
He pouted. I walked up to him and pinched his chin. “Pick one.”
“I want the one you want.”
“Then I guess we’re sleeping on the couch.”
He gasped. “You wouldn’t do that to your loving husband.”
“Don’t make me consider divorce before we’re married.”
“No divorcing until I’ve had wedding cake,” Tanner shouted from his room.
