Bliss by Kaylee Ryan Page 0,74
She sent me a picture of it in her luggage. Tessa, Mom, and Eve have helped me so much with this little plan of mine. I owe them. Mom and Eve assured me they knew what Reese wanted me to wear and after rattling off my measurements, they’re taking care of it. That was last week, and I’m not worried. I know they will come through for me. For us.
Our parents, as well as Tessa and Nixon, are already on a flight to Fiji. They’re taking care of everything; the hard part is getting my gorgeous fiancée there without her knowing what’s going on. I have a plan for that as well. I’ll just have to see if I can pull it off.
Speaking of my fiancée, she’s currently still sleeping peacefully. We don’t have to rush; our flight doesn’t leave until later this afternoon. I thought that was best in case I need to do some convincing. Careful so as to not wake her, I push her hair out of her eyes. Leaning in, I kiss her forehead and pull her a little closer. I can never seem to get her close enough.
“Morning,” she says, slowly blinking her eyes open.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“What’s got you so chipper?” she asks over a yawn.
“Bye week.”
She smiles. It lights up her face and warms my heart.
“You still have practice and stuff, though, right?”
“We do, but Coach is giving us a couple of days off to rejuvenate before we get back to it. We don’t play again until next weekend.”
“I’m so excited to get some time with you.”
“Yeah?”
“You searching for compliments, Reeves?” she teases.
“Nope. But I do have an idea.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” she asks, snuggling up to me.
“I was thinking, we should go check out the resort where we’re going to get married. Make sure the pictures do it justice. I don’t want to get there, and the place be a shitshow.” I know it’s not, and so does she, but this is the best I could come up with.
“The pictures are nice, and the reviews are great. I think we’re okay.”
“Just humor me then. I still want to go. We can’t stay long since I have to get back for practice, but it would be nice to go away with you for a couple of days. We’ve never done that. Just the two of us.”
“That does sound nice. I wonder if we can even get a flight, and it would cost a fortune.”
“We can afford it,” I assure her. “Let me look.” I grab my phone from the nightstand and pretend to search for flights while she uses the restroom. I pull up my ticket confirmation email and scroll to where she can’t see the date it was sent, and I’m ready. “Done,” I say when she steps out of the bathroom.
“What do you mean, done?” she asks.
“I mean there were two first-class seats this afternoon. We have to be at the airport by noon. Our flight leaves at one thirty.”
“You booked it?”
“Yep.” It’s always better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission; at least, it is in this case.
“Coop, this is crazy. We can’t just fly to Fiji.”
“Sure we can. You better grab a shower and pack a bag. We’re only going to be there for three days, so pack light.” Not that she’s going to need much. Everything she needs for the wedding is there, and I don’t plan on getting dressed any time after we say I do. At least not until we have to go home.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes. I’m going to grab a quick shower and make us some breakfast.”
“You need to pack.”
“I know, but I’ll just toss some shorts and whatnot into a bag. I’m a guy. I’m easy. Besides, I don’t plan on us needing much clothing, if any.” I wink at her.
“Where are we going to stay?” she counters. “We can’t just fly to Fiji without a reservation.”
“It’s an all-inclusive thing. I booked it with one of those online deals that give you the flight, the room, and the car at one price.”
“We’re really doing this?”
“We are, so get that fine ass of yours in gear.” I climb out of bed and drop a kiss to her lips on my way to the shower. “Don’t come in here. Give me five minutes. If we shower together, we’re never going to make our flight.” Damn tempting woman.
“I’ll start packing,” she says excitedly.
I’m grateful my back is to her so she doesn’t see my smile. Convincing her that this was