She looked around. “This is going to be amazing. I can’t believe we have our own plane.”
“You have no idea.” I ordered two glasses of champagne.
The flight attendant placed them on the table in front of us. We waited for the pilot to finish his pre-flight checks before we could leave Texas.
“I bet Eden is crazy nervous right now,” Sydney tilted the glass to her lips.
“Yeah, probably so.” I didn’t know what brides did the day before their weddings.
“What time do we land?” she asked.
“We’ll be there by two. Plenty of time before the rehearsal dinner.”
Her smile changed. I saw the way her eyes shifted to the door behind us. “Didn’t you promise me a proper introduction to private flying?” Her lips parted, her teeth edging over her lip enough to drive me crazy.
I looked around for the flight attendant. “Right now? Before we take off?”
She unbuckled her seat belt, crossing in front of me. Her hand trailing over my legs. “Let’s see if we can time it just right.” She winked. “Coming?”
And I knew then.
God help me, I was going to marry this woman.