Page 19 of Married to Mischief

Ten minutes later, we park in an empty warehouse lot, a helicopter whirring in the middle.

I jump out of the car and immediately trip over the dress I forgot I was wearing. Stinking Liam. I should have kept the food stained clothes.

I pick up the skirt, and Liam rushes to my side, helping me hold all the layers. He’s got his leather bag, and together we run toward the helicopter.

It’s funny when I think about the times I fell in love with Liam. It wasn’t in the simple moments, but in the wild ones like this, when he protected me, cared for me, and brought new energy to my life. When he jumped in front of a gun for me, when he threwus off a bridge. He’s larger than life, and so is our time together. Even if it means running away from criminals in a wedding dress.

Liam helps me buckle into the chopper, then steals a kiss before climbing in.

“A beautiful night for a romantic ride, eh?”

“Eh?” I laugh. “Are you Canadian now?”

“I’ve been lots of things. Pretended to be even more things. Is it a deal breaker?”

“I should say yes…but no.” I love every version of Liam I’ve come to know.

He holds my hand as the helicopter lifts off the ground, and the beautiful city stretches out further beneath us. So maybe I was lying when I told him to get rid of the helicopter. I kind of love it. It’s a thrilling ride.

Liam kisses me as we fly over Buckingham Palace and again when we head east over London.

“You should put these on,” Liam says, pulling the box of earrings from his bag. “Complete the look.”

Why not? I put in the beautiful blue studs, feeling on top of the world, literally and figuratively. I’m not a girly girl, but even I can admit it’s fun to be spoiled sometimes.

I lean into Liam’s side as the sun begins its descent in the sky. The farther we fly to the east, the more anxious Liam seems to grow.

“You still worried Howie might be following us?” I ask him, placing my hand on his bouncing knee. No way that incapable man has a helicopter as well.

Liam grins. “Nah, I’m just ready to find my treasure.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I watch in awe as the sky turns a brilliant gold.

“Confident, are we?”

“Hopeful.” His hold on me loosens, but as we get closer to the destination or what I assume is the destination, I get more concerned. It’s a sheer rock face. He said it was hard to get to, not impossible.

“Uh, Liam?”

“Yes, love?”

“How are we supposed to get to the cave?”

He grins. “This is the part you’ll like.”

“Will I?”

“How do you feel about rappelling from the helicopter?”

I can’t fight the smile claiming my lips. Until I remember I’m in a freaking wedding dress.

“I can’t rappel down in this.”

“We’ll make it work. Let’s get you suited.”

I’m a little less sure. What if my train gets caught in the rope and I crash into the caves head first? But Liam bunches up the train in my harness, completely oblivious to my worries. He’s used to doing everything dressed to the nines and after this wildly long day, the dark blue wool and cashmere suit still somehow looks pristine.

It’s utterly unfair.

I glance down to where the sight of the waves crashing against the rocks thirty feet below the caves is enchanting yet terrifying. I can’t wait to see the view from inside.

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