couches farther back on the jet. A soft blanket was covering me, and my head…
…was pillowed on Jagger’s lap.
I started to sit up as soon as I realized what I was using for a pillow, but he put a hand on my shoulder, keeping me locked in place. With his other hand, he traced his fingers over my brow, murmuring for me to go back to sleep.
“We still have another hour before we get to New York,” he said quietly. “Get some rest. You’ll be run off your feet all day tomorrow.”
The way he was stroking my forehead had me closing my eyes again, and I could admit—if only to myself—I liked being this close to him. I could pretend he was mine and he wouldn’t break my heart. For a little while. With a sad sigh, I let sleep take me again.
Sometime later, the pilot’s voice over the speaker system telling us we were going to be landing soon roused me. Groaning because I’d been having the best dream, I reluctantly sat up. As I did, Jagger stretched his legs out, and I realized they must have fallen asleep with how long he’d been sitting in the same spot with my head on his lap.
“You should have just put a pillow under me,” I chided him.
Reaching out, he pushed a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “Then I wouldn’t have gotten to hold you,” he murmured. “I would have sat here for days if it meant you were this close, Dimples.”
Outwardly, I rolled my eyes, while inside, something squeezed and began to melt.
Once the plane was on the ground, I saw two SUVs waiting for us on the tarmac. The drivers were members of Jagger’s brother-in-law’s security team, and they started loading our luggage into the backs of the vehicles even as we exited the jet.
“Shaw, ride with Jagger,” Mom called as she got in the back of the first SUV, while Dad held the door open for her. “That way, your dad can stretch out, and we won’t be cramped.”
I huffed in frustration at her. It felt like she was setting me up, making me spend as much time with Jagger as possible. And not just her. It was our dads too. Like they were pushing us together for some reason.
Annoyed, I stomped to the second SUV and angrily opened the back door. Tossing my purse in, I started to climb into the back seat, but my foot slipped.
Strong hands caught my hips, locking me in place against a hard body. Air caught in my throat, and I couldn’t fight the shiver that traveled up my spine when I felt Jagger’s breath against my neck. “Easy, Dimples.”
I elbowed him in the stomach, hard, and I hid my grin when I heard the air get knocked out of him. Pushing his hands off my hips, I slid into the back seat and scooted over to the opposite door. With a grunt, he got in beside me.
“Brat,” he muttered, but when I glanced at him, he was fighting a grin.
“Ass,” I tossed at him.
“Beautiful.”
I rolled my eyes. “Dickhead.”
“Love of my life.”
The breath caught in my throat again, but I quickly turned my head to look out the window before he could see how his words affected me.
“Shaw,” he muttered when I didn’t fire an insult back at him. “Can we please just have this weekend?”
I frowned and slowly turned my head to look at him. “What do you mean?”
He moved so his back was against the door. “I mean, give me this weekend to show you that we can be good together. Let me prove to you that you won’t regret being with me. Just the next few days. That’s all I’m asking for.”
“What’s that going to change, Jags?” I demanded. After him calling me the love of his life, I’d already been fighting tears. Now, they were threatening to spill over, and I didn’t want him to see me cry. “A few days isn’t long enough to prove anything. It’s what comes after I give you a chance that scares me.”
“I know you’re scared.” Reaching out, he cupped my face. “But the only way to prove to you I won’t break your heart is time, baby.”
“By which point, I’ll be too far in. My heart is already weak where you’re concerned,” I admitted. “I don’t trust it.”
“Then just give us both this weekend, and we’ll go back to how it’s always been on Monday,” he countered. “For