Loving You (Love Wanted in Texas 6)

“I’ll be back before you even miss me.”

Her lips trembled. “I should be going.”

My hand slipped behind her neck as I pulled her lips to mine. I didn’t care that people were walking by; all I cared about was her knowing how much I loved her.

Slightly pulling back, I spoke against her lips. “I won’t be gone long.”

“O-kay,” she whispered between sobs.

“I’ve got to go.”

Nodding, she took a step back and tried to give me a smile.

“Taylor?”

Her eyes brightened up as her breath caught. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

Her body hit mine, knocking me back a couple of steps. “I love you too.”

“Taylor, he’ll only be gone a couple of days. You’re starting to look desperate,” Meagan said as she pulled on Taylor’s arm.

With a chuckle, I kissed her quickly on the lips and quickly headed to where Nate would be waiting for me. I looked back to see Taylor watching me. She quickly wiped her tears away and smiled a brilliant smile. Lifting my hand, I waved while she waved back.

“Jase, how’s it going?” Nate asked as he gave me a slap on the back.

“It’s going good.”

“We’re out of Gate Two; let’s head on down.”

Thirty minutes later I was sitting in a jet with a flight attendant taking my drink order. I took a picture and texted it to Taylor, hoping it would calm her worrying down if she saw it was a bigger plane.

Me: Look. I have my own personal flight attendant.

Less than a minute later, she responded.

Taylor: Wow! That’s bigger than I thought. Are you sure Nate can fly it?

Me: Yes, and if not William the fighter jet pilot is co-piloting. Stop worrying, baby. I’ll call you when we land. Nate said it will be about a three hour flight.

“Mr. Morris, we’re getting ready to take off.”

“Thanks!”

Me: Got to go, getting ready to take off. Love you!

Taylor: I love you too!

Tess, my overly-attentive flight attendant, offered me another drink.

Lifting my hand, I politely said, “No thanks. How much longer?”

“We’re almost into Wyoming, so not too much longer.”

We hit turbulence and Tess went flying up and off the floor. “Shit!” I shouted as I unbuckled to help her.

“I’m okay, Mr. Morris, I need you to buckle back up. Please! Now, sir.”