"Five minutes." Everything she wanted to keep was already in storage. Everything else had been given away. All she had at home was a mattress, a sleeping bag, and her suitcases. "Why?"
"I'm asking the questions here, missy." Mischief and love danced in his eyes. "What about a passport?"
She smiled. "Ordered one two and a half weeks ago. It was delivered yesterday."
'Then how do you feel about a Las Vegas wedding?"
Her heart danced at the thought. She raised her eyebrows, barely checking her grin. "Making sure you get me to the alter before I change my mind, huh?"
"Exactly." His mouth claimed hers again, but this time it was more a lingering promise of the night yet to come.
She sighed against his lips. "Las Vegas seems so far away."
"More than twenty hours," he agreed. He slid his hand down her back, cupping her rear and pulling her so close that their bodies almost seemed fused together. "Of course, I have several suggestions that'll while away the flight time."
"In front of a plane full of people? I thought you weren't an exhibitionist." She raised her eyebrows again, even though her pulse quickened at the thought.
"I'm not. I own a jet, and it comes complete with discrete staff and a bed big enough to get lost in."
"My, we were a successful thief, weren't we?"
"Yes. But my greatest acquisition is the one I'm now holding in my arms." His smile shimmered through her. "I do love you, you know."
"And I you," she said, then added dryly, "Mind you, if all you're intending to do is merely hold me and talk, I may have to reconsider my answer." He laughed, a warm, happy sound that sang through her entire being.
"Las Vegas here we come," he said, grabbing her hand and racing her toward the waiting taxi.