Page 107 of When You Were Mine

“I don’t.” Her fingers gripped his arm. “Nothing will ever be more romantic than the way you want me.”

He went quiet, the only movement his thumb stroking her inner wrist. “From the moment I saw you out that truck window, I’ve never seen or wanted anyone else. Do you understand what I’m saying? There is no one else for me.”

“I do.” He’d been so open and transparent with her. So vulnerable. While she’d withheld everything. And while it was scary to let herself go, he deserved it. “It’s the same for me.”

“Yeah?”

She kissed him on the mouth. “Yes, yes, yes.” Then, she reached for her phone. “Now, I have a wedding to get to. You think the airport’s open?”

“I’m less worried about the airport than the roads. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“True.” Anxiety got a hold of her. “I can’t miss the wedding. I just can’t.”

“You won’t. That’s a guarantee.”

She opened a text from her sister.

Amber: Bri doesn’t want to risk you not being at her wedding. She’d rather reschedule.

“What? No, she can’t do that.”

“What’s going on?” He pulled his arm away, freeing her.

She wanted it back. She wanted his strength and his confidence and his love. “My niece is talking about rescheduling.”

“No.” Sitting up, he swung his legs off the bed. “Tell them you’ll be there.”

“It’s not like I can make any promises. We have no control over transportation.”

He gave her a steady look but didn’t say a word as he pulled out his phone and stood at the window.

Okay, she’d trust him to work that golden boy magic.

Jessica: Tell her that’s not necessary. The storm’s over. I’ll be there in time.

She knew her sister would be sleeping, but she sent one more text.

Jessica: Do not cancel the wedding!

But even as she wrote it, she was riddled with doubt. It didn’t seem possible.

“Yeah, then let’s do it that way,” Trevor said in a deep, sleep-roughened voice. “How long will it take?” He crossed an arm over his chest. “Perfect. Thank you. We’ll be ready.” He turned to her. “We’re good.”

“What does that mean? It’s about a two-hour drive to the airport. The flight’s seven and a half hours?—”

“Sweetheart.” He cupped her elbows. “We’ll make it.”

“How?”

“There’s a helicopter on its way to us right now. It’ll take us to the airstrip, and we’ll be shuttled right to the jet. You’ll make it back in time. No problem.”

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.”

She set her phone down and wound her arms around his neck. “You got me a helicopter?”

His grin grew wider.

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