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We’rein the air on the private jet that I booked to Hawaii. Emma Lia believes that we’re on our way to Vegas, but I’m taking her to a surprise destination in Honolulu for ournuptials.
No more role-playing. She’s going to become the real Mrs. Broussard. The forever Mrs.Broussard.
Our friends and loved ones are on a commercial flight ahead of us, and she has no idea. Hard to believe that we’ve been able to pull this off without herknowing.
“This plane is a lot bigger than the last one we took to Vegas. I can’t believe that it has abedroom.”
We’re still buckled into our seats from takeoff, but I put my hand on her knee and begin sliding it up her leg. “I thought that you might want to fool around thistime.”
She looks at the curtain separating our cabin from the attendant’s, pushing my hand away from between her legs. “Tristan, you really have no shame,” shewhispers.
“Were you really ever under the impression that Idid?”
“The flight attendants could walk this way anyminute.”
The captain announces overhead that we are free to move about the cabin, and I waggle my brows at my wife-to-be. “That means we can take this to thebedroom.”
“It’s what time? Not even eight in the morning and you already want tofuck?”
“We almost always fuck before I go to work, which is two hours earlier than it isnow.”
“Well, we’re not home in bed. We’re on a plane with otherpeople.”
The flight attendants enter the cabin and I lift my hand, stopping them in their tracks. “You may leave the food and champagne. We’ll serve ourselves and call if your services areneeded.”
“Yes, sir,” the pair says in unison before exiting thecabin.
“Well, you’re going to make this the easiest flight assignment that they’ve everhad.”
“They won’t bother us again unless we call for them. Are yousatisfied?”
She nods. “That works forme.”
I’m out of my seat and pulling her up from hers. “Come on, mon bien-aimé. Let’s join the mile-highclub.”
“You aren’t amember?”
“No. You’ll be myfirst.”
“Well, finally. I’m your firstsomething.”
“Do you really not know that you are countless firsts forme?”
“Namesome.”
“My first love. My first baby mama. My firstwife.”
“I’m your firstpretendwife.”
I know that she’s upset about my delayed proposal, but Saturday will make up for every bit of doubt and frustration that she has. “It’scoming.”
“Whatever.” I hear the annoyance in her voice, and I get it. I was hot and heavy about getting married, and then it must seem to her as though I simply went radio silent aboutit.
She walks backward into the bedroom and I close the door, locking it behind us. I hold her face in my hands, kissing her slowly and gently. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I hope that our baby looks likeyou.”
“Well, I hope that our baby looks likeyou.”
