“Not our wedding day?” she asked as she picked up her fork.
He shook his head. “That was the most memorable. But it was always coming once you decided to stay with me and be my girl for real.”
Imogen took a bite of the pie.It is good.
“I think I get all the benefits here. Namely you. And the house isn’t bad either. Oh, and I do like your car.”
“Is that all?”
“Spending days on end naked in your studio … and what always happens … also fabulous.”
He grinned. “You stayed for the great sex. It’s okay. You can admit it.”
Imogen laughed. “That didn’t hurt either. Speaking of which …” She picked up the plane tickets, this time scanning for the date. “About time Leo put a ring on it.”
“Interesting subject change.”
“This is for next week. We leave in three days.” Imogen lifted her gaze to Nic’s. “Seriously.”
He took the ticket she held out to him. “I guess I’m not surprised. But damn. That’s, like, halfway around the world.”
“I guess I’d better pack.”
He put down the ticket. “Finish your pie. Then … if you’re up for it, I think we should have another conversation about those panties you weren’t wearing at the door.”
Imogen’s body went liquid.Nope, the great sex definitely doesn’t hurt either.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Imogen hadn’t heard from Jury, and they would be boarding the plane soon. She’d like to say she was surprised, but who knew where they were or if Leo was running dark without Wi-Fi capabilities?
Either way, Imogen packed her very best island wedding clothes and swimsuits. She debated over her wetsuit, mask, and flippers. “Should I bring them?”
“Why not? You’ve got room. If we get the chance, you’re definitely going scuba diving.”
Nic was right. There was no chance she was going to Vanuatu andnotdiving.
She added them to her suitcase and flipped it shut. “All right. Ready to rock.”
He zipped his. “All right, Mrs. St. Clair, let’s do this.”
Nic texted Leo again as soon as they landed, which was approximately thirty million hours later.
“I just want a shower and a bed,” Imogen said.
Where the fuck is Leo?
Nic’s phone buzzed with a text.
Leo
What the fuck do you mean, you’re in Vanuatu? We didn’t send anything. How’d you even know we were coming here?
Nic froze and wrapped his hand around Imogen’s arm before she could walk through the airport doors to leave the Customs area.
“What?”
Her eyes were sleepy, and he didn’t know how to break it to her except to tell her the truth.