Page 79 of Champagne & Handcuffs
Joss laughed. “Well, me and Paul.”
“Don’t you two want to be alone?” I knew I wanted to be alone with Cat.
“We have forever, but you two will be leaving soon.”
“Speaking of, we should probably figure that out,” Cat stated.
I took a pull of my beer before responding. “Yeah, whatever you want. I told my lieutenant I’d be back in a few weeks.” The moment those words left my mouth, a sinking feeling washed over me. Even if I convinced Cat to move to D.C., she wouldn’t move right away.
Cat lifted from my side. “I should go back tomorrow.”
“Kitty Cat.” I frowned. “You’ve just been through some shit.”
“Everyone back home doesn’t know that.”
“You didn’t tell them?” Joss asked.
“No. How could I tell them something like this over the phone?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to hear it over the phone either.” We were silent for a few seconds, all of us probably thinking about the previous night. “Let’s book a flight for tomorrow. We can always come back to Vegas to visit Jossie and Paul.”
Cat’s eyes lit up. “I want to come back after Autumn has her baby.”
I smiled. “I’m sure we can work that out. Then we’ll celebrate with some champagne.” My dick started to stiffen at the memory of tasting the tart wine on Cat’s skin. Best fucking way to drink champagne.
I could definitely use some more celebrating.
Cat cancelledall her patients for the rest of the week, and two days later we were flying to Miami. That was the soonest flight we could get on.
Each night, I held Cat in my arms. I didn’t think either one of us got much sleep. For me, I didn’t want to go into a deep sleep in case she needed me, and even though Cat had never said as much, I knew she was thinking about the ordeal she was put through. I could relate. The first time I shot a person, I replayed that day over and over again. I hadn’t killed the guy, but it was still traumatic. Even with my training.
The plane touched down, and after we grabbed our bags, we went to wait for our ride. Before we’d left, Cat had messaged Nathan on Facebook and asked him to pick us up. I’m sure he was dying to hear all about our time together since Cat had left him and came to me.
Nathan pulled up in a convertible, red Ford Mustang. After putting the car in park, he got out and rushed to Cat, hugging her while I stood awkwardly with our bags. If he only knew that the hug probably meant more to Cat than ever because she’d almost lost it all.
“Nathan, you remember Seth.”
He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. “Nice to see you again,” he said.
“You too, man. Thanks for picking us up.”
“Anything for this girl.”
“Even pretending to date her,” I teased.
Nathan rubbed the back of his neck. “That was all her doing.”
“It’s cool. It all worked out in the end, right?” I smiled at Cat, and she grinned back.
“Well, get in, and I’ll bring you home, baby girl.” Nathan gestured to the passenger door and then went to the driver’s side. I opened the door, and Cat climbed in the back, me in the front. After we were on the road, he asked, “So you had a good time?”
My heart clenched, and I wished I could see Cat’s face. I wished I could hold her hand. “I have something to tell you, but not while you’re driving.”
Nathan looked at me and then glanced at Cat again in the mirror. “What? You two got married?”
“I wish, dude,” I replied, trying to ease whatever Cat was feeling. “I fucking wish.”
The car was silent at my confession. I didn’t care. I’d marry Cat tomorrow if she wanted to. Cat told Nathan how we reconnected and spent the next day and night together. What all we did in Vegas, leaving out the intimate details. She left the conversation as though we’d spent the entire time together. Not that she’d been kidnapped.
