“So, in my book…” And then she started laughing again, and I couldn’t help but smile as she struggled to get herself under control. But every time she tried to tell me what was so funny, she started laughing all over again.
I got the feeling she was a bit slaphappy from exhaustion. Originally, we were supposed to arrive in Anguilla this afternoon, and now we wouldn’t be getting there until well afterdark. It wasn’t ideal, but fortunately, it wasn’t going to affect much, apart from our sleep.
Bryn bent forward, and her shirt slid up her back. Her yoga pants rested low on her hips, and I spied a sliver of her lacy underwear.Fuck me.
“Sorry. Sorry.” She swiped away a tear. “It’s funny, but it’s notthatfunny. I think I just got the giggles, you know?” She looked as if she was still fighting laughter.
I nodded, bemused. Travel delays sucked, but I wasn’t even all that bothered because it gave me more alone time with Bryn.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying the book,” I said.
My agent, Talia Winters, had definitely been intrigued by my request for an early copy, but it hadn’t been difficult to make it happen. She’d reached out to Meghan Hart’s team, and they’d asked for an autographed jersey in return. I’d thrown in some center ice tickets to a home game because I knew how much a signed, early copy would mean to Bryn.
I’d given her the book because it would make her happy. There were no strings attached. No expectations. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t part of Operation Woo.
Selfishly, I wanted to show Bryn what she meant to me. But I also wanted to do this for her. To remind her that she deserved to feel loved and desired. She might have lost the man she loved, but she didn’t have to spend the rest of her life alone.
Bryn grinned. “Like you wouldn’t believe. But I should probably switch to something else.” She closed the book before placing it in her bag. “Otherwise, I won’t get any sleep, and I’ll be exhausted when we land.”
“Do you want to watch something together?” I asked because I had a feeling I wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon. Maybe I’d pass out at some point, but I doubted it. I was often on planes, and I rarely slept.
“I’d love that.” She grabbed her headphones. “What’d you have in mind? Nothing sad.”
I scoffed. “Trust me. I know better. And I’m not Georgia.”
“Right?” She laughed. “She always picks the tearjerkers.”
When I’d scrolled through the entertainment options earlier, I’d already favorited a few that I’d thought Bryn would enjoy. “That new comedy you wanted to see is on there.”
“Oh really?” Bryn perked up. “Let’s do that. Let me just get set up.”
She pulled a few things out of her bag, and I watched in fascination as she sprayed her face with something. Next up was lotion, and then she grabbed a blanket.
She turned to me, and when she caught sight of my expression, she laughed. “What?”
“You are very…prepared.” Not that it surprised me. Bryn was always thinking ahead. It was one of the things I loved about her. One of themanythings I loved about her.
“My skin-care ritual makes me feel calm and centered, especially when I’m traveling.” She sighed happily. “I guess you could say it’s a glimmer.”
Ah. I should’ve known.A glimmer.
Lately, Bryn had been talking about glimmers a lot. It was a term she’d heard from her therapist. Bryn had explained it as a small moment of joy or peace that came from appreciating everyday experiences.
Every moment I spent with her was a glimmer. It didn’t matter how mundane the task was; spending time with her brought me peace and joy.
She shifted in her seat so she was turned more toward me. “What do you do for self-care?”
I nudged her. “That’s a bit personal, don’t you think?” I teased.
Her cheeks flushed with color, as if she’d only just realized how that sounded. “I mean…”
I chuckled, wondering if it was wrong that I enjoyed watching her squirm a little. She grabbed the spray bottle and aimed it at me, spritzing me with cool liquid.
“Hey.” I narrowed my eyes at her.
She was biting back a smile, and I wanted to kiss her so damn bad.
She held the bottle aloft once more. “Can I spray you for real?” When I didn’t respond, she added, “Please. I just want to make you feel good.”
