Page 3 of Lucky Girl

“Oh,” I say, giggling. “Do you live around here?”

“Oh, no. I live in Tennessee.”

“Is that far from here?” I ask, not knowing much about America’s geography.

“It's about thirty-five hours by car.”

“Are we driving?”

“Yeah. I thought we could get to know each other better that way.”

“That sounds like fun. I’ve never really been on a road trip,” I say, remembering how his lips felt on mine. Why is that all I can think about?

“I don’t have to be back at work for a few weeks, so I thought we could stop along the way and take in the sights. Have you been in America long?”

“No. Only three days and I spent the entirety of it in a teeny tiny hotel room and at the auction hall.”

“I see. So you’ve seen nothing yet?”

“Nope, and I’m looking forward to it.”

“Are we leaving tonight?” I ask, eager to start my new life.

“Yes. Is that alright?”

“Of course. Nothing is keeping me here.”

“Allow me,” he says, opening the car door like a gentleman.

“Thank you,” I say, settling into the car, pulling on my seatbelt while he walks around the front of the car before folding himself into the driver’s seat.

We are silent for a while until we drive out of the city. The bright lights turn into darkness as the road stretches out before us, much like our lives.

ChapterThree

Eamon

When the silence gets to be too much, we both start to speak simultaneously, then laugh. Then it happens a second time.

“Go ahead,” I tell her.

“I was just wondering if you were planning on stopping soon. I’m not very comfortable in this dress, and you can’t be that comfortable in that tuxedo, though you look very handsome in it.”

“You look beautiful, but you’re right. We’ll stop ahead. I’m afraid it won’t be too luxurious.” I tell her, wishing I had thought to take the Vegas route so we could stay in one of the hotels on the strip. It would be better than anything we'd find out in the middle of nowhere.

“Did you spend all your money on me?” she blurts out before slapping her hand over her mouth, making me laugh aloud. “I’m sorry. Don’t answer that.”

“Rest assured, peaches. I’ve still got plenty of money. I just meant that I don’t have a reservation anywhere, so it’ll just be a hotel near an exit.”

“That’s totally fine. Will we be sharing a room?”

“Of course. You are my wife. Are you not anxious to consummate our marriage?” I ask, knowing that I am.

“Um. Yes, of course,” she says, playing with the hem of her dress. I reach over and still her hands.

“Fiadh, I assure you that I want you very much,” I tell her.

“I mean, I figured. You paid an astronomical amount of money for me.”

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