Kristy waggled her eyebrows. “Oh, that’s easy.”
“No, it’s not!” I glanced around before lowering my voice and continuing. “Every time we’ve messed around, he makes sure I co—you know. But he won’t let me return the favor.”
Lainey wrinkled her nose. “I think you’re going to have to get aggressive and not take no for an answer.”
The idea made me nauseous.
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Sure you can,” Jade chimed in. “We’ll help you.”
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Alan
She jumped out of the driver’s seat with a big smile when I walked out of the terminal and toward the curb where she’d been waiting behind the wheel of the Sienna.
I didn’t hesitate to drop my bag, wrap my arms around her, and kiss her right there on the sidewalk for all of Charleston International to see.
When we broke apart, I caressed her jawline with my thumb as I looked down at her, knowing damn well I was wearing a goofy, lovestruck grin.
“Hi, baby.”
My only solace was her grin matched mine.
“Hi. I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Me, to—”
“Let’s go, folks! Move along!”
I looked up to see a man in a bright yellow vest that readairport securityglowering at us. Nodding at him in acknowledgement, I released my hold on Jess, picked up my bag, and ushered her to the sliding rear passenger door of the minivan to drop my luggage inside.
“Do you want to drive?” I asked as the door slid closed.
“No, you drive. We have to make our guest list so we can email invitations tomorrow.”
“Good idea.”
I couldn’t resist stealing one more kiss after I opened the passenger door for her. After I stepped away, she sighed, “Gosh, I missed you,” then climbed inside.
I practically skipped to the driver’s side.
I couldn’t remember a time that I’d ever felt happier.
It must have shown on my face because as I pulled into traffic, she asked, “What are you smiling about?”
I shrugged. “I’m just glad to be back. I can’t wait to marry you.”
I think I surprised her with my admission, because she was quiet for a beat before she finally murmured, “I can’t wait to marry you, either.”
I reached over and grabbed her hand to bring it to my lips. “I promise to make you happy.”
“Is that going to be in your vows?” she teased, then we looked at each other with wide eyes and blurted out at the same time:
“Are we writing our own vows?”
“What are we doing about our vows?”
