“Just like the moment I saw you and my heart was yours, the moment I saw this ring, I knew it belonged to you.” He glanced at the box in his hand. “The diamond is beautiful and strong like you.”
“And the topaz?” she whispered.
“Ah, the topaz.” He grinned. “They reminded me of your eyes.”
Aunt Nadya sighed.
Andy removed the ring from the box and held it up. “I will carry your love in my heart and be forever faithful to that love until the day comes we leave this world.” He met her gaze. “And even after. You are my destiny, Calista. For all eternity, I will love you. Will you marry me?”
His words enveloped her, their promise washing over her with a certainty she’d never experienced before. Elation wound through her, seeping to the very tips of her being.
“Yes!” She slipped from her chair and into his embrace. “I will spend my life with you.”
Applause rippled throughout the restaurant, adding to the magic of the moment. Grinning, love dancing in his eyes, he lifted her hand and pushed the ring onto her shaking finger. The brilliant gems sparkled with the promise of their life together. Andy dipped his head and captured her mouth, his lips branding her with a heat she never wanted to escape.
Oh, how she loved this man.
Chapter Ten
Six months later…
Ben Walker crossed between the automatic doors, leaving behind the tortuous humidity of the outside afternoon and welcoming the air-conditioned climate of the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport. The city was awesome, but it was time to move on.
If he were a smart man, he would head for the cooler Northeast. But he’d never allowed anything or anyone to dictate his life. Having no one else to consider but himself was exactly how he liked it. He enjoyed his random flow, never knowing what might await him at his next destination—a long-legged blonde, a sexy brunette. Maybe both at once? The possibilities were both enticing and arousing.
He grinned to himself, remembering how he’d let fate decide where he would travel next. Before he’d left for the airport, he’d pulled out a map, laid it out flat, and closed his eyes. When his trusty finger had landed, he’d opened his eyes.
Texas.
So, San Antonio it would be. More heat, but hopefully less humid, and really, when he thought about it, the laid back city would be perfect. A couple buddies lived there and loved it. They’d offered him a booth in a number of local tattoo parlors—one was even on the Riverwalk. Yeah, he could have his pick of prime shops. He could get into that.
Prime tail, too. All that easy-going, southern hospitality. The women were no exception. Yep. New Orleans was an excellent city, the clubs had been full of female tourists all hot and heavy to get it on with a bad boy, but he had a feeling a change of pace might be good.
San Antonio. A rush of excitement ran along his veins at the thought.
Ben rolled his shoulder and frowned. Damn thing had been aching for weeks. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember how he’d injured it. Had it been with the blonde bartender, who hauled him off to the storage room for a quickie, or the Brazilian chick who rode him in the backseat of her Firebird? He smirked. Did it matter?
Reaching beneath the neck of his T-shirt, he strained to scratch the area on his shoulder blade. Damn it. He dug his fingernails into itchy skin and almost sighed with relief.
Stepping forward, he grabbed his boarding pass from the ticket agent and made his way to the gate, stopping off at the fast food chicken place to snag some grub to munch on the plane. Navigating through the throng of people, he noticed a thin, busty redhead. She must have just gotten off a plane and seemed damn excited to be in the city. Eyeing her long limbs and ample curves, he considered following her—maybe catch a hot fuck in the men’s room?
He glanced at his watch. No. He had a plane to catch. No time for a quick piece of ass.
Food in hand, he turned to leave and slammed into a smaller body he hadn’t been aware was in front of him. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes ran down the front of him and smeared into his fresh white T-shirt.
“Damn it! What the—” He glanced at the person he’d run into. “Calista?”
“Ben?” She frowned. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the table and wiped a bit of gravy from her forearm. “You might want to watch where you’re going. Looks like you’ve made a mess of yourself.”
Damn she looked amazing. All that dark hair. She’d pulled it back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, but he still remembered winding his fingers through the thick, wavy tresses. If he had any regrets about New Orleans, it would be that his fling with Calista hadn’t lasted longer. She was a sweet girl. Then again, he didn’t do sweet, did he? And her damn aunt was certifiable. Whatever.