Page 115 of Spencer and the Younger Girl
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“I believe the term is ridonkulous.”
Overhead, a flight attendant called for their flight. “You ready?” he asked.
“For Paris? I was born ready, baby.” She hiked her carryon onto her shoulder and threaded her fingers through his.
As they boarded the plan, the uncertainty of three years ago was gone, because he knew what his future held.
Hadley.
He leaned over the armrest and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m going to marry you someday.”
Her lips curved up. “I know.”
It wasn’t an engagement, but that would come in time. Because through all the doubt and confusion, there was one thing he knew.
She was it for him.
