Page 54 of The Proposal
“I don’t have anything I can’t move around until late next week. You?”
“I have next week off. My new boss is gone, so they told me to enjoy the break.”
“Nice.”
I laugh softly, remembering how excited I was to lie around and do nothing.I didn’t expect to be negotiating a divorce.
The more I sit with the options, the more it’s obvious that we really have only one viable choice on the table. But we can’t make a spur-of-the-moment decision. That’s what got us in this mess.
“Renn?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you find us a place with an ocean?”
“Absolutely.”
I take a deep breath. “Then do it. Let’s go somewhere and … figure this out.”
Renn’s shoulders fall as he crosses the room. He holds his arms out, and I collapse into them. I fist his T-shirt in my hands and press my cheek against his chest.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
“No, I’m not. Not even a little. But I’m as sure as I’m going to be.”
He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “We’ll sort this out, cutie. Trust me.”
I dip my chin and pull back from him.I hope I can trust you, Renn. I really do.
At that, he walks out of the room, and I’m left alone. Finally.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER12
Blakely
Aren’t electronics supposed to crash the plane or something equally catastrophic?
Renn paces the center of the aircraft, his phone glued to his ear like it has been for a good part of the past hour.
Maybe the rules are different on private jets.
Music plays softly through the cabin. A tray of snacks—fruit, crackers, and the most delicious sugar cookies I’ve ever eaten—is beside me on one of two plush sofas facing each other. A bedroom, lavatory, and a small storage compartment are through the archway on my right. On my other side is a dining area, where our sweet flight attendant, Kimbra, said a meal will be served shortly. Beyond that is a small space dubbed “the entertainment area” with oversized chairs and a large screen. It’s open to a full galley that greets visitors as they board the aircraft.
If I weren’t already bamboozled from my surprise marriage,thiswould render me speechless. But this isn’t the most impressive part. The wildest part of the whole experience is the understated Brewer Air logo embossed on the head rests, linens, and the side of the plane.
My. Head. Is. Spinning.
“Everything okay?” Renn asks, disrupting me from my thoughts.
The weight of the day is etched on his face. I’m certain it is on mine as well.
“Everything is the same as it was when we boarded the plane this afternoon,” I say.
He squeezes his temples. “I’m sorry I’ve been on the phone—”
“No, don’t apologize. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant …”I don’t know what I meant.
