Afraid to Fly (Anchor Point #2)(55)

I put my hand on his leg. "Stressing about everything?"

"Am I that transparent?"

"You think?" I kissed him softly. "It'll be fine. And I promise I'll behave."

Clint laughed, wrapping his arm around me. "I know. And things have been going really well, so I think it'll be great. I'm just nervous."

"I know you are."

And no amount of encouragement from me would change that, but I hoped he could at least relax enough to enjoy the wedding.



       
         
       
        

As the rest of the guests started filling up the chairs, and the grooms and chaplain headed toward the archway, I caught myself wondering if that would be Clint and me someday. More and more, it was seeming like a possibility. Hell, he'd moved in with me and Kimber a few weeks ago. He'd been there most nights anyway, so it made sense to only pay for one place instead of two.

It was so weird-a year ago, Kimber and I had both been single, all but swearing off dating after enough bad experiences. Now, my boyfriend was living with us, and hers was over at least once or twice a week to watch a movie or indulge in whatever Clint was cooking that evening.

The wedding started. In their tuxes-and probably sweating like crazy-Paul and Sean joined hands at the front. As the chaplain went into the ceremony, Clint took my hand. I glanced at him, and we both smiled.

We'd dipped our toes into the subject of marriage a time or two, but neither of us had pushed for anything more than vague suggestions and "maybe someday." I was fine with that. If the time came, I could absolutely picture myself standing up there with him like Paul and Sean. Or maybe we'd just take off and elope. Have a quick ceremony with the base chaplain. Something easy and stress-free with a couple of rings and some witnesses.

Or, as I watched the two of them smiling at each other with the ocean in the background, I wondered if we could pull off something like this.

Whatever we ultimately did, it didn't have to happen right away. As it was, Clint's mind was mostly on reconciling with his kids. Once this hurdle was behind him, and once we'd seen how we all got along as a family when his kids were in town, then maybe we could talk about rings and signatures.

It wouldn't be a fast process. Probably wouldn't be an easy one. But I had a funny feeling that we'd get there.

In the meantime, we were together.

And that was all I needed.