Owen snorted, his arm secure around my waist as we made our way down the corridor. “I can’t believe he actually attempted it. That jumpsuit was not designed for that kind of movement.”
“The sequins were flying everywhere.”
“Pretty sure Trystan still has one stuck in his hair.”
I laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. Everything felt lighter tonight. The weight I’d been carrying for months had finally lifted. We spent the evening at some ridiculously overpriced restaurant on the Strip, all of us crammed into a private booth, champagne flowing freely while Kailyn slept peacefully in her carrier, unbothered by the chaos around her.
It was perfect.
At our door, I fumbled in my clutch for the keycard while Owen pressed kisses along my neck.
“You’re not helping,” I murmured, tilting my head to give him better access.
“I’m providing moral support.”
I finally found the card and tapped it against the reader. The light flashed green. Before I could push the door open, Owen’s hands were on my waist, spinning me around.
“What are you…”
He scooped me up, one arm under my knees, the other supporting my back. I let out a surprised yelp, my heels clattering to the floor as I grabbed his shoulders for balance.
“Owen.”
“Tradition,” he said, that infuriating grin spreading across his face. “I’m carrying my wife over the threshold.”
“We already went through this door earlier today.”
He kicked the door open with his foot and carried me through the suite without stopping. Past the bathroom where my makeup was still spread across the counter, straight into the bedroom where the massive king-sized bed waited, sheets still rumpled from this morning.
He dropped me on the mattress and I bounced slightly against the pillows, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” I reached up to tug him down toward me.
He resisted, standing at the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over me in a way that still caught me off guard.
“We should pack.” Even as I said it, my fingers found the buttons of his shirt. “Our flight’s at noon tomorrow, and I haven’t even started organizing…”
“We’re not going to Tennessee.”
My hands stilled, and my eyes met his, narrowing slightly. “What?”
Owen lowered himself onto the bed beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. “I changed our flights. We’re staying in Vegas for a few more days with everyone else.”
I blinked at him, trying to process. “But...”
He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I figured we could use a few more days before we go back to the real world.”
My throat tightened. “Owen...”
“Plus, Jax mentioned something about wanting to take us all to see the Grand Canyon.” He waved his hand vaguely.
A laugh bubbled out of me. “You changed our entire trip because Jax wants to see some rocks?”
“I changed our entire trip because my wife deserves more than a rushed goodbye and a red-eye flight.” He leaned closer, his forehead pressing against mine. “I changed it because I want to wake up next to you tomorrow without an alarm. I want to have breakfast in bed and explore the Strip and watch you lose money at the slot machines.”
He grinned, and I couldn’t help it… I kissed him.
I rolled him on top of me. His weight was familiar now, comforting in a way I never expected.
“I love you,” I murmured against his lips.
