"How long until the flight leaves?" I ask.
"Three hours." He presses his lips into my neck. "But the private jet should be ready as soon as we arrive."
"Wonder what we'll do for three hours," I say.
He squeezes me. "You know exactly what we'll do."
I meet his gaze. "Say it again."
"I love you, Kat Wilder."
"I love you, Blake Sterling."