“No.”
“Two years ago today, Kendall.”
“It’s the two year anniversary of the day we met? How did I not know that?”
“Well, I’ll never forget it. July twenty-eighth.”
“So much can happen in two years, huh?”
“Yes. But some things stay the same. I’m still a man hopelessly smitten with a beautiful, braless blonde.”
“So, tell me, where are we going?”
“In keeping with tradition, that’s up to you to decide.” Pulling up the flight schedules on his phone, he said, “The world is at your fingertips, baby.”
“Are you serious? You’re gonna let me choose?”
“Yes. We’ll go wherever you want. But choose wisely. This is gonna be an important trip you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
My body filled with adrenaline.
Oh my God.
He was going to propose to me there?
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Trust me.”
“I don’t know, Captain. The last time I did that, I ended up getting pissed on by a monkey, got arrested in Dubai, and turned myself into an Amsterdam whore.”
He closed his eyes. “That night in the Red Light District was so fucking hot. That was the first time you really shocked me.” Shaking it off, he said, “Okay, where to?”
Scrolling down the lineup of flight options, I said, “How about Australia?”
He smirked. “That reminds me of a girl I met once. Her name was Sydney. Sydney Opera House. She had amazing, supple tits.”
I smacked him playfully. “So, Sydney then?”
He took the phone. “Yes. Qantas Flight 853, leaving in two hours. Let’s do it.”
I SHOULD’VE KNOWN that nothing with Captain Carter Clynes was predictable.
We’d settled into our first-class seats as the aircraft cruised. It was nighttime, and the plane was dark. I’d dozed off and had woken up to the sight of Carter watching me.
“Were you watching me sleep?”
“I was.”
“And what were you thinking?”
“I was thinking about how easy it was to slip that ring on your finger while you were out.”
My heart seemed to jump. I straightened up in my seat and when I looked down, a massive cushion-cut rock sat wrapped around my ring finger.
Covering my mouth with my other hand, I said, “Oh my God.”
“Kendall Sparks, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife during our trip to Australia?” He’d whispered it, wanting to keep this a private moment between the two of us.