He cupped her chin and kissed her again. “We’ll make a great mom and dad. In five years or so.”
She laughed. “Exactly! Now, you and I have a date to go celebrate not being pregnant.”
“You know,” he said thoughtfully. “I have an even better idea.”
“Oh?”
“Let’s get married. Tonight.”
She gaped at him. “But we can’t get married tonight!”
He gave her a sly grin. “We can in Vegas.”
A sharp tingle of excitement ran circles around her belly and then climbed up her throat.
“We could call Damon, who has already offered us the use of his jet. We go to Vegas, get married, spend a few days having really great sex and then we come home and move into our dream house.”
“Oh, Gray,” she breathed. “You really know how to present an argument, don’t you?”
“I sure as hell hope so. Is it working?”
She gripped his hands in hers, the test still trapped against his palm.
“I should ask you if you still want to marry me.”
“Of course I do. Oh gosh, do you really think we could do such a crazy thing? What about our jobs? I’m not sure Pop could spare us both. And what if Damon can’t loan us the jet on such short notice?”
“Then we go book a commercial flight. If all else fails, we get in the truck and we drive. Come on, Faith. Let’s get crazy and do it. I’m tired of waiting. I want you as my wife.”
“Let me call Pop,” she said breathlessly. “If he can spare us then yeah, let’s do it.”
“Tell you what. You call Damon. I’ll call Pop. I’ll need to smooth his feathers for upsetting his daughter anyway.”
She kissed him exuberantly, letting all her excitement and passion bleed into that one kiss.
“Last one packed is a rotten egg!”
“Hi, Julie. I know you’re out with Nathan and didn’t want to bug you on your cell, so I thought I’d leave a message here. I’m not pregnant. God, am I relieved. Gray and I are both relieved. I mean, the test said I wasn’t.”
There was a long pause, and Julie could positively see Faith grappling with the sudden realization that tests weren’t completely infallible. She grinned and shook her head.
“These tests are reliable, aren’t they? Oh shit. Okay, well, I won’t think about that right now. Anyway, I wanted to call to tell you that Gray and I are getting married. Tonight, I mean. We’re flying to Vegas to tie the knot and won’t be back for several days. Try not to kill Nathan while I’m gone. Give the man a break. He’s obviously crazy about you. You and Serena try not to have too much fun without me. We’ll catch up when I get back. And hey, thanks for the shoulder today. You’re the best.”
She made noisy smooching noises and then hung up.
Julie erased the voice mail and put the phone back on the kitchen table. The girl was certifiable. She’d called the wedding off, had a pregnancy scare and had eloped to Vegas all in twenty-four hours. And she had the nerve to call herself boring?
Clearly Julie needed to be taking lessons from her.
It was late, and Julie was tired, but she knew without a doubt she wouldn’t go to sleep very easily. Too much occupied her mind, Nathan Tucker being the main distraction.
He’d surprised her tonight. He’d seemed alternately comfortable and ill at ease with her, almost as if she made him nervous. Was that why he’d never made a move before? His shyness was actually pretty endearing.
She had no idea where things were going with Nathan. He’d dropped her off without so much as a kiss good-bye. The tension between them had been palpable, but he must have the restraint of a saint because all he’d done is look at her with those gorgeous green eyes fringed with those too-long lashes. She’d melted into a puddle, and he’d simply told her good night.
She’d been plotting to jump him and drag him into her apartment while he could have been talking about the weather as calmly as he’d handled their farewell.
Maybe he just wasn’t interested in her that way. But why go to the trouble of asking her out? Would she ever figure this guy out? He hadn’t asked her out again. He hadn’t given her the I’ll call you line. He hadn’t even said See you. Had the date gone that bad?
With an indelicate flop, she landed on the couch. Reclining, she put her head on the back and closed her eyes. Sexual frustration sucked. Men sucked.
Chapter 14
Micah leaned back in the chair in front of Faith’s desk and turned his head as if to make sure they were still alone. “We still on for round two?”
“I wish to hell you wouldn’t put it like that,” Nathan grumbled. “And yeah, it would seem so. I mean, she asked for two nights. I guess I ought to be grateful she didn’t ask for a week or something.”