Page 100 of The Way We Collide

“It’s because you’re delicious.” She cuts me that sassy look that always brings my dick to the party.

If my wife wants to join the mile-high club, I’d never tell her no. Hell, maybe it would take my mind off all these damn thoughts.

I watch her gaze out the window, a happy smile curling her full lips. For the past week, all she could talk about was seeing her family, my family, our friends, being home…

Going back makes her happy. That’s what I want… right? What does Garrett like to say? It’s not the Hendrix show anymore.

Placing my hand over hers, I check my watch. “There’s a good chance we’ll make it in time for Dare Night.”

It’s the night of Dylan’s weekly special, where she tests out a surprise, super-hot-pepper recipe for customers brave enough to try it.

Craig and the rest of the gang turned it into a fire-themed dance party years ago, and it’s become the restaurant’s most popular night of the week.

“I hope so!” Her eyes dance as she looks up at me. “Last time, I only caught the end, but it seemed like a blast.”

“It’s pretty crazy.” I stand, bracing my forearms against the overhead compartments.

Looking down, I watch her slide a piece of hair off hercheek, behind her ear. She’s still so beautifully mine. I don’t want to think about a day when I’ll be flying back to LA alone.

In the beginning, I told her I was okay with that. I’ve lived by myself for five years. Of course, I’d be okay with that.

I’m not okay with it.

These two ladies came into my world and changed everything. From the first night when we waited, holding our breath outside Haddy’s bedroom door as she cried. To every single bedtime movie that followed.

Even on away games, we’d go to sleep on the phone.

Then they started sleeping in my bed.

How the fuck do I go back to being in that massive, “ridiculous” mansion all by myself?

My phone buzzes, and I pull it out to see the text.

Jack

ETA?

Looking out the window, we’re somewhere over Texas. A screen in the wall shows a map of the United States and our little plane shooting across the bottom.

Looks like we’ll be touching down around nine.

Jack

Perfect—see you then.

Taking the seat beside Raven, I hold her hand, studying the gold ring I had resized so she could wear it all the time. “Are you ready for this?”

“For the wedding?” Her brow furrows.

“This might be our last quiet moment for a while.”

Her face relaxes with a grin. “Are you saying we’ll be torn apart by wild Bradfords?”

I lift her hand to my lips to kiss her knuckles. “More like we’ll be smothered by them.”

Scooting closer, she puts her head on my shoulder. “Haddy’s going to love her family.”

Leaning my head against hers, I’m sure she’s right about thatpart. Haddy already loves music and dancing. She’ll fit right in, and they’ll be ready to make her one of us, just like her mother.

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