She’d been in Vegas before, but never with Abe. However, the memory of being left behind while he went on tour, it no longer hurt. They’d been two different people then. This was who they were now… and Sarah’s Abe, he was devoted. She couldn’t wait to ask him to be her husband.
“It’s not as much fun before dark,” she whispered in the elevator.
“Yeah, Vegas is a night town.” He tipped up her chin, dropped a kiss on her lips. “We’ll paint it red tonight.”
“Did you pack the right clothes?” Vegas—and especially this hotel with its hushed air of old money—was not jersey dress territory, not even for an überpregnant woman.
Abe grinned. “Maybe.”
Narrowing her eyes, she said, “What are you up to?”
“Nothing.” His laughing eyes belied his reply.
“Hmm.”
Kicking off her shoes the instant they were in their suite, Sarah stretched. Then, while Abe tipped the bellman who’d brought up their luggage, she padded over to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the uninterrupted view of the Strip. It’d be spectacular at night.
“Will you dance with me in front of the window tonight?” she asked Abe, feeling silly and romantic.
“Anything you want.”
Something in his voice made her turn around.
Her hands flew to her mouth, her eyes stinging. Because her rock star lover was down on bended knee, an open ring box in the hand he held out.
“Marry me again, Sarah?” he said, his throat moving as he swallowed. “I promise to do it right this time, to love and cherish you like you deserve, to be the best man I can be.” His hand trembled. “I will always be there for the peanut and any other children we have. I’ll be a good dad. And I’ll love you forever.”
Unable to speak, Sarah just nodded, the movement jagged.
A smile breaking out over his face, Abe reached for her hand, tugging it away from her mouth to slide the ring onto her finger. It wasn’t her old ring, the one she’d posted back to him because it hurt too much to look at it. That one had been big and sparkly and pretty, but without much of either one of them in it.
This was big and sparkly too, but the platinum band was carved with musical notes. “What?” She just pointed with her other hand, her voice too wet and shaky to make much sense.
Rising to his feet, Abe wove his fingers through hers. “It’s from this.” He began to sing, the bluesy tone of his voice a caress and the words he sang so raw and passionate and stark with love that she began to sob.
“It’s called ‘Sarah,’” he said afterward, leaning forward to kiss away her tears.
That only made her cry harder.
Enfolding her in his arms, he just held her. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she managed to say, sniffing against him. “Sing it again,” she ordered when she could finally speak.
He did, without letting go of her. This time he kept his voice soft so she wasn’t overwhelmed, but the words, they were as powerful.
Abe was smiling by the end, the smile of a man who adored the woman in his arms. “I’m going to need a whole suitcase of handkerchiefs around you.”
She pushed at his chest without force. “Shuddup.” It came out wet. “I’m so happy,” she whispered a little later. “This is the best day.” The romantic teenage girl she carried in her heart, she was a complete, happy mess right now.
“It’s not over yet.” Abe wiped away her tears after tugging her into the bathroom so that he could dampen a facecloth and dab off the mascara that had run down her cheeks. “I thought you said this stuff was waterproof.”
“They’re liars.”
“What do you say to getting hitched tonight?”
Sarah’s mouth fell open. “Tonight?” It came out a squeak.
“We’re in Vegas.” Abe’s grin was pure sin. “I’m sure we could find a wedding chapel.”
Heart thumping, Sarah felt her own grin break out. “Let’s do it.” Why not? She wanted to be his wife again. So much.
Reality intruded a heartbeat later. “Wait, Mom—”
“Will understand, trust me.” He thrust a hand into her hair, his kiss so hot she nearly combusted then and there. “But we have time to send a driver to kidnap her and get her on the private jet I have waiting in Chicago.” Another grin. “I hoped you’d say yes.”
Sarah wanted to bounce up and down. “Lola? The guys? Molly, Kit, and Thea?” Eloping was wonderful, but she wanted their family with them.
“I told them I was going to ask you,” Abe said, looking a little unsure. “I needed their help to get you out of LA without a media tail.”