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I pick Avery up and set her on the kitchen counter. “No, I just told you I’m coming home withyou. I’ll come back to see Connor soon, but I need you to know you’re the most important person to me.”
The tension leaves her face, and I realise she’s carried the weight of worry about this. Avery told me Australia is a strange dream, cut off from her real life, and I understand what she means. I need her to understand that my world revolves around us. How one person can bring a shared peace and happiness into another’s life always seemed strange to me, even though I’ve seen that happen with the other guys. Now I know how.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say as she passes me a glass.
“Uh oh. Bryn-style thinking?” I frown at her and she pushes my forehead. “As in, sudden, impulsive decisions on what to do.”
“Ah. No.” An envelope lies on the edge of the counter and I slide it toward Avery. “This was at least twenty-four hours.”
“What is it?”
“Open.”
A line creases between the eyes of my beautiful girl as she opens the envelope, and I bite my lip waiting for her response as she pulls out the plane tickets.
“Are we going back to France?” she asks, flipping them over.
“No.”
The crease deepens as she reads. “Las Vegas? Tell me you’re kidding!”
“No.”
She stares at the ticket. “Tomorrow? Bryn!” As usual, her smack in my chest is no more than a tickle. “I’ve told you before that I need notice about these things.Andfor you to ask me if I want to go.”
“Cariad, will you come to Las Vegas with me and get drunk?”
For a moment, I think she’s forgotten, but Avery’s memory absorbs everything. Her hand trembles slightly as she puts the ticket back in the envelope.
“I once said I wouldn’t go to Vegas and get drunk with you.”
“Why?” I tip my head.
“Because God knows what we might do if you had one of your bright ideas while we were in Vegas and wasted.”
“And I’m asking if you will.”
“Bryn, don’t mess with me. What’s this about?” she asks cautiously.
I kiss her nose. “What do you think?”
“Is this the crappiest marriage proposal in history?”
I pull myself onto the counter next to Avery and take her hand in mine, tracing the lines of her palm with my fingers. “I don’t always do the first thing that comes into my head. Sometimes I plan, and I plan to spend my life with you.” She stares back at me. “Well, I kinda planned but not well enough. I haven’t bought a ring.”
“What?” she asks hoarsely.
“You can choose one. I doubt I’d pick the right ring anyway.” I wave my hand dismissively. Great, now she’s pale, gripping the envelope in her other hand. Did I screw up? “Avery?”
“Are you asking me to marry you?” she asks hoarsely.
“I guess.”
“I guess?” she says. “Bloody hell, Bryn. Tickets to Vegas with a vague hint and no ring? That’s not really a proposal.”
I raise a brow. “I didn’t think you’d go for the ‘down on one knee’ thing.”
She chokes a laugh. “Asking somebody to marry you using specific wordsandgiving them a ring is normal, on one knee or not.”
