she could finally speak.
He did, without letting go of her. This time he kept his voice soft so she wasn’t overwhelmed, but the words, they were as powerful.
Abe was smiling by the end, the smile of a man who adored the woman in his arms. “I’m going to need a whole suitcase of handkerchiefs around you.”
She pushed at his chest without force. “Shuddup.” It came out wet. “I’m so happy,” she whispered a little later. “This is the best day.” The romantic teenage girl she carried in her heart, she was a complete, happy mess right now.
“It’s not over yet.” Abe wiped away her tears after tugging her into the bathroom so that he could dampen a facecloth and dab off the mascara that had run down her cheeks. “I thought you said this stuff was waterproof.”
“They’re liars.”
“What do you say to getting hitched tonight?”
Sarah’s mouth fell open. “Tonight?” It came out a squeak.
“We’re in Vegas.” Abe’s grin was pure sin. “I’m sure we could find a wedding chapel.”
Heart thumping, Sarah felt her own grin break out. “Let’s do it.” Why not? She wanted to be his wife again. So much.
Reality intruded a heartbeat later. “Wait, Mom—”
“Will understand, trust me.” He thrust a hand into her hair, his kiss so hot she nearly combusted then and there. “But we have time to send a driver to kidnap her and get her on the private jet I have waiting in Chicago.” Another grin. “I hoped you’d say yes.”
Sarah wanted to bounce up and down. “Lola? The guys? Molly, Kit, and Thea?” Eloping was wonderful, but she wanted their family with them.
“I told them I was going to ask you,” Abe said, looking a little unsure. “I needed their help to get you out of LA without a media tail.”
Sarah felt teary-eyed again. “They all helped?” The love inherent in that act overwhelmed her.
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not.”
Smile returning, Abe said, “I’ll message the guys now, tell them to haul ass to Vegas. You call Lola—she can hitch a ride with David and Thea.” He glanced at his watch. “Let’s aim for a midnight wedding.”
“Okay.” It came out breathy.
It only took them ten minutes to get the word out.
That was when it hit Sarah. “What am I going to wear?” It was too hot and she was too pregnant to traipse around rush-shopping, but her heart gave a regretful twinge at the idea of marrying the love of her life in a dress designed more for comfort than style.
Sarah shook off the regret. She was about to marry Abe. Nothing else mattered. “Let me see what you pa—”
“Hush.” Taking her by the shoulders before she got to the suitcases, Abe nudged her into an elegantly upholstered armchair. “I told you I’ve got this figured out.”
He made a quick call.
Someone knocked on the door less than five minutes later. Going over to open it, Abe invited in people pushing two racks of the most stunning clothing. A couple more followed with a table on which were piled clutches, purses, fascinators, and other accessories.
A curvy older woman oversaw it all.
“Oh my God.” Sarah’s hands rose to her mouth again. “I get to choose from all this?”
“Sweetheart, you can have every single thing if you want.”
Blinking back the tears, Sarah jumped up—or as close as she could come to a jump—and threw her arms around Abe. “Thank you,” she whispered.
For giving her romance. For caring enough to set all this up.
He’d written her a song.
She almost started crying again at the memory of how he’d sung to her.
“Always, Sarah,” Abe murmured against her ear. “Always.”
He told most of the staff to leave in the next couple of minutes, but the two who remained behind—the curvy woman and a male with the solid look of a boxer—were kind and knowledgeable, and they’d brought clothing suitable for a woman who was Sarah’s height and pregnant.
Having found her center again in his arms, Sarah said, “Shoo,” to Abe. “I don’t want you to see my dress before the wedding.”
“I’ll be downstairs. Call if you need me.”
She knew he’d answer.
The man she was about to marry kept his promises.
ABE’S MOTHER THREATENED TO CLIP HIM around the ear when she arrived in Vegas, but she was laughing as she did so, her delight open. “That man just turned up at my bridge game.” She poked him in the stomach. “If you hadn’t called ahead and if I didn’t know him as your driver, I’d have slammed the door in his