But then why would he want to make this permanent?
Nothing about this proposal made any sense to her.
Pushing these negative thoughts to the back of her mind, she hurriedly gathered her belongings when the voice on the PA system announced that their flight was boarding. Nick reached over and picked up her small carry-on suitcase.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
He gave her a look like she was crazy. “Raina, it’s not a problem. Chivalry may be considered dead to most people, but not in my family. I can’t stand back and watch a woman lugging a bag. If that’s antifeminist, then so be it.”
“No, I think it’s nice.” Raina stepped back and allowed him to carry her bag up to the gate. They showed their tickets to the agent and then walked down a long hallway to board the plane.
Once on board, she stretched out her legs and gratefully accepted the orange juice the flight attendants were handing out. She waved away the offer of champagne, knowing the frothy drink would only make her headache worse. Settling back, she closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them again they would have reached their destination.
When Raina woke up, she found she wasn’t in Sin City but instead still on the plane. Her right hand was encased in Nick’s large grip and she could feel the slight calluses on his palm. Turning her head, she found him staring right at her.
“We’re almost there.” He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. Unsure of how to respond to the tenderness in his gaze, she nodded mutely and turned to face the front.
Thirty minutes later, the captain announced that they were approaching McCarran International Airport. As the flight attendants walked down the rows checking seatbelts, Raina noticed for the first time that Nick had a death grip on the armrest.
“You’re scared of flying?”
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “I’m not scared of flying. I just don’t enjoy flying. There is a difference.”
Despite how conflicted she still felt, Raina couldn’t help smiling. “Right. I’ve noticed you’re big on rephrasing things. But it still comes down to the same thing.”
“Actually, I think words do matter. Words have power. That’s why I say exactly what I mean.” He turned to look at her, their faces so close she could feel the soft puff of his breath against her lips. “For example, some men think it’s okay to promise marriage to a woman and then back out without any warning. But I would never do that. When I say I’m going to do something, I do it. When I make a promise, I keep it. And when I tell a woman I want her to be my wife, I mean forever.”
Raina sucked in a breath. They stayed like that, staring at each other, until a flight attendant stopped next to their row.
?
??Sir, we need your seat in a full upright position.”
Nick looked away, breaking the spell. “Of course,” he replied.
They touched down without incident and then the next half hour was filled with the hustle of deplaning. Once they finally cleared the secure area, they stood in the middle of the airport, their bags at their feet.
Nick turned to her. “Did you want to go to the hotel first? You could rest a little. Put your feet up.”
Raina glanced around the bustling terminal. She’d been to Vegas for a shoot before, but she’d never been just for fun.
You’re not here for fun now, either. This is not about fun. This is about getting pregnant.
Her face heated and she looked up into Nick’s concerned gaze. As sweet as it was that he was worried about her welfare, she wasn’t here to rest or relax. They were here to get married so he would get her pregnant. Anything else was veering dangerously close to the kind of emotional territory that she was determined to avoid.
“Actually, no. I just want to find the closest Elvis impersonator who can marry us. Then I want you to take me back to the hotel and make love to me.”
Nick’s mouth fell open. Raina leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek, strangely satisfied with his reaction.
“Sound good, baby?”
Then she turned and walked outside to see about getting a cab.
* * * * *
“OKAY, WHAT HAVE we got? There are three chapels near us. The Wedding Bell, Little Love Chapel and Chapel O’ Love.”
They’d decided to stop by the hotel first after all when Nick pointed out they’d have to lug their bags up and down the Strip and she’d have to do it in heels. Nick had booked a suite at the Aria, which was gorgeous and large enough to house a small family.