Page 91 of Solid Ground

“Our destination is a surprise.” I shoot her a wink, and her eyebrows rise. “But I promise you’ll love it.”

She leans back in her seat and looks around our surroundings. “I’ve never been on a private plane before.”

Leaning over, I place a gentle kiss on her lips. “That’s what I love about you.”

“What?” She gives me a confused smile.

“You’re so down to earth. You did that insanely huge deal for your app, but flying on a private plane is the last thing from your mind. You’re just you.”

Her brows twitch. “I’m not sure how to take that.”

“Being with you? It’s everything. I got so carried away with the lifestyle in the past, but I love nothing more than just being at home with you and Daisy now. You give me a sense of belonging.”

Her lower lip wobbles, and she cups my cheek. “Of course you belong.”

I kiss her palm. “My whole life, I’ve never felt this way. You’re my home.”

“Declan,” she whispers.

“So let me treat you like the queen you are tonight.”

I kiss her softly and she smiles. “Okay.”

She closes her eyes during take-off, and I’m only sad the trip isn’t longer to make full use of the bedroom onboard. But we’ll be arriving at our destination in an hour, and I want to take my time worshipping my woman’s body. We have all night.

It is weird leaving Daisy behind. We might have had evenings out, but this is the first time we’ve been away from her for a whole night. I just have to do my best to distract Zoe.

And I have so many plans for that.

It’s also the first night I’ve been alone with Zoe in months.

My wife.

It’s weird, but though I’ve been married twice before, the title feels like it should be uniquely Zoe’s. I was too young to get married the first time—too drunk to get married the second.

This time, my head is clean and sober, and I’m mature enough to know I’m doing the right thing.

Zoe’s my end game.

The bright Las Vegas lights give our location away as we approach, and I smile to myself as her eyes widen and she claps.

“Oh, Declan. This is amazing.”

“Wait until you see what else I have in store.”

After we’re off the plane, I lead her to the limo waiting for us. Our luggage is placed in the back, and I snuggle in the car with my wife.

She squeals when the car pulls up into the familiar circular drive.

“The Bellagio?”

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. “Returning to the scene of the crime.”

Zoe laughs. “This is insane.”

“This is where you changed my life.”

She looks at me with tear-filled eyes. “And you changed mine.”

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