“I love you, too.”
* * *
The driver pulls into the hangar, and we get out.
Blake, Rob, and Ryder are standing at the bottom of the airstairs. “About time,” Blake says.
“Yeah, well,” Noah replies and leaves it at that.
The driver pulls my bags out of the trunk and brings them over to us. Rob takes them from him and marches up the stairs. “We better be going.”
“All right,” Noah replies.
Blake says to Ryder, “You sure you don’t want to come along?”
“Vegas? No, I better not.”
Noah cringes when he says it.
“Oh, shit,” Ryder responds. “Fucked up, didn’t I?”
I tilt my head at Noah. “What’s he talking about?”
“I want to take you to Las Vegas and get married in one of those little chapels.”
“Now?”
“I can’t wait any longer. I love you too much.”
This is a lot to take in. And it seems so fast. What about my parents? My siblings?
“What do you think?” Noah asks. “Come on. If you want to have a big ceremony sometime down the road, that’s fine. People are doing it all the time. I can’t wait any longer for you to be my wife. Please say yes. You’ll do it.”
I smile. I’m done thinking. “I’ll do it.”
“All right.”
We kiss, say goodbye to Ryder, and board the plane.
Twenty minutes later, we’re in the air.
Vegas, baby.