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I lift my head, and maybe I’m more tired than I realizebecause it sounds like he’s suggesting we fly our families out here.

“Christian, we can’t fly everyone out here. That’s crazy.”

Shaking his head, he lets out a low, tender chuckle. “Thatwasn’t even remotely what I was saying.”

“Oh.” My head goes to his shoulder again. “Then what areyou saying?”

“Maybe we'll fly home and see everyone. You know, spend afew days, show off the Emmy, and then be home in time for your next recordingsession. What do you say?”

Before I can say anything, I yawn.

Loudly.

“I think that sounds perfect. I just don’t know when…”Another yawn. “I’ll look at flights tomorrow, and we can…” Yet another yawn.

Beside me, Christian slowly maneuvers us until we’re lyingdown.

“Tell you what, you’re going to be busy being fabulous anddoing PR stuff along with talking to everyone you know who wants tocongratulate you, so I’ll handle the travel stuff, okay?”

“Okay,” I say sleepily.

He turns off the bedside lamp before gently pulling me intohis arms.

“Christian?” I whisper.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For…?”

“For making all of my dreams come true. For being my person.For just being you.”

I want to say more, but sleep claims me before I can utteranother word.

But I know I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

I love a man of action.

Christian made all our arrangements and even packed for bothof us while I handled endless calls and texts. Nora had several interviewslined up for me, and between them and talking to family, I have almost novoice.

But it’s been so worth it.

Now, as we board the red-eye flight to Florida, I’m lookingforward to rest.

We’ve mastered the art of sleeping on planes after so manyyears of traveling, and I’m relieved we’ll wake up in the morning slightlyrefreshed so we can hit the ground running with our families.

It takes several minutes of pulling out pillows, eye masks,earplugs, and whatnot before we can safely tuck our bags under our seats. It’snot like we’ll instantly fall asleep, but everything is now comfortably withinreach, so we can settle in.

“You’re a genius,” I murmur.

“Me? How do you figure that?”

“I didn’t think it would be possible for us to get on aplane in less than twenty-four hours.”

The look he gives me is a little cocky, but adorable.

“Seriously? We’ve flown on shorter notice before.”