He cleared his throat, relieved she wasn’t looking at him. “Good idea. I’ll call my assistant and get the ball rolling on our little…legal fiasco.”
Only, when she looked like that, with the memories of last night stirring in his mind, it didn’t sound like such a fiasco anymore. It sounded like a dream. A fantasy come true.
He really should get his head examined.
Their departure wasn’t as quick or as unremarkable as they’d hoped. Apparently notified by the front desk of their imminent departure, the whole busload of square dancers headed them off in the lobby and Bev just about tackled her to the ground in a hug.
“You didn’t think you two were going to take off without giving us a chance to say good-bye.” She reached over and gave Cruz a similar hug and then beamed at them both. “Come on. Follow me. I know you’re in a hurry but we have a little surprise for you two.”
They followed Bev outside and into the blinding morning sunlight. Payton shielded her eyes with her hand and tried to process what she was seeing. A garishly decorated car, covered in art and cans dangling from the… She blinked her eyes a few times, certain that the little car looked more than familiar.#p#分页标题#e#
She was almost certain it was theirs. This time she read the words smeared along most of the tiny car’s windows. Just Married, with swirly cues and hearts in pinks and purples adding unnecessary pizzazz.
A glance over at Cruz told her he was as surprised, his expression near shock before setting into something akin to a smile. She couldn’t help it; she laughed and leaned forward to grab her belly. Especially as it roiled the tiniest bit from the motion.
Collected again, she turned around to the well-meaning group surrounding them and threw her hands out, going around and hugging them and accepting their wishes for a long and happy future together. Even if their engagement had been fabricated from the beginning, the joke was on Payton. There wasn’t anything pretend about it now.
She was, in fact, married to the guy.
And in that moment, as they continued to speak all at once, pounding Cruz on the back and a few of the women sneaking kisses, she felt a bit of wistfulness.
What if this were real?
What if she and Cruz were departing here today with the prospect of their whole lives together before them? Of being able to return to those arms any time she wanted, arms she had vague recollections of as they held her close to him, of feeling she was with someone real and solid and who made her feel special.
Bev stepped forward again, this time with a small package in her hands and handed it to Payton. It was a book—a photo album, she realized as she flipped it open. Her stomach dropped as she saw the featured topic.
Staring out at her was a picture of her and Cruz, in front of the priest, sharing what had to be their first kiss as husband and wife. The next page had a picture of her and Cruz smiling for the photographer, holding hands as they smiled with such happiness, even if their faces and eyes were bright and unfocused from the butt-load of alcohol they’d consumed, that she felt a sense of warmth and longing.
“We managed to get the front desk to print those pictures for us as a little wedding present,” Bev was saying as Cruz came to stand next to her, looking down at the gift.
Tears formed as Payton turned page after page and saw photos with her and Cruz, clearly under some lovesick spell, and a few other photos with their new friends. She couldn’t remember most of what had happened in those photos but it was evident she and Cruz were having a good time. And the way they looked at each other…it sent goose bumps down her arms.
She looked up to Cruz, who was studying the photos quietly, no expression on his face. She ached to know what he was thinking. He lifted his gaze to hers and something passed in those dark eyes that she couldn’t comprehend before he finally broke into a smile. He winked at her, and she nearly fell back in surprise.
Bev still had the floor as she continued, “I put our addresses and phone numbers in there as well as the website for our little troupe. We’d love it if you would stay in contact with us.”
“We will. Thanks everyone. This is such an incredible gift.”
“It was our pleasure.”
She and Cruz stood there almost awkwardly as all the beaming faces stared at them with such good will. Cruz’s hand slipped around her waist and brought her against his side in surprising ease, sending her heartbeat racing. It touched a memory of the same arm wrapping around her as they danced, as they embraced, as they kissed, many times the night before. It didn’t feel foreign to her, though. It felt right.