Turbulent Intentions (Billionaire Aviators #1) - Melody Anne Page 0,91
his uncle and Nick, and though he had to be exhausted, he ran to her.
No words were spoken as he lifted her, his lips connecting with hers as she sobbed against him, so grateful to be in his arms again.
It was too soon when he pulled back, but Stormy knew words had to be said. Tears slid down her cheeks as she touched his face. The past hours had been miserable thinking she might never get to do so again. It put things into perspective.
“I’m sorry, Cooper. I should have trusted you. It all seems so petty now,” she cried.
He held his hand up and cupped her cheek.
“No. I was the one who should have told you everything. I understand why you reacted like you did.”
“It doesn’t matter. I promise you it doesn’t matter. All that I care about right now is the fact that you’re okay,” she said.
“I haven’t been honest with you, Stormy. I’ve withheld a lot of information,” he began.
“I don’t care,” she told him.
“I don’t just fly for Trans Pacific Airlines. I own it,” he told her in a hushed tone.
That made her stop for a minute. “Wow.”
“I love flying and I could never settle for working for someone else. I have a lot of money, Stormy, and I’m sorry if I’ve hidden things from you. It’s taken me a long time to earn my trust back in all people, but you, I trust with my entire heart,” he told her.
“Oh, Cooper. I don’t care what you have. I just want to be a part of your life,” she said with tears streaming down her face.
“I love you, Stormy. I was planning on telling you this sooner, but things got messed up,” he said, a sparkle in his eyes. “By the grace of God, the sea refused to bury me in its depths; instead, it brought me back to you.”
“I love you so much,” she replied. “I’m sorry I left—that I ran away. I won’t run again.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, repeating her words.
Suddenly, he let her go as he dropped to one knee, pulling from his coat pocket a very mushy black ring box. There before her, a brightly polished gold ring was shining like the sun, set with three diamonds, the center stone larger than the surrounding accents.
“Stormy, marry me and I’ll cherish you for as long as I have left on this earth. I’ll give the entire inheritance to whatever charity you want. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I want you, only you.”
With her left hand still in his, Stormy placed her right on his check, gently caressing his jaw. Never breaking eye contact, she knelt down on both knees, lightly kissed him on his lips, and nodded her head.
“Yes, Cooper, yes. I want to be yours for the rest of my life. And I do trust you. Even if I forgot that for a few days.” Tears of tender joy streamed down her face as she smiled and kissed the corners of his mouth. Cooper removed the diamond ring from the crumpled velvet box and slipped it on her finger.
As Cooper and Stormy embraced, the lobby erupted into applause and the sound of cameras clicking as the crowd of passengers, friends, and family all hugged and congratulated each other and the new couple. Something that could have been a great tragedy was ending so beautifully.
Sherman looked down from his vantage point, and he caught a glimpse of someone he hadn’t seen for too long. When the man looked up, their eyes connected.
As the two locked gazes, for a fleeting moment Ace smiled, perhaps out of gladness for seeing his uncle, Sherman hoped. But quickly, his nephew regained his composure, his eyes again became ice, and the lone wolf walked out the doors, to wander and lust after the desires of his soul.
And Sherman’s heart broke.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Cooper stood face-to-face with his reflection, smartly dressed in his uniform. Over the harbor, the frosty January morning had left the world blanketed in a white lace of frozen dew. Cooper’s mother lightly knocked at his door and entered the bedroom.
“Today is your big day. Your bride looks splendid, absolutely angelic. Your father would be . . . is. Your father is very proud of you. I am proud of you, too, and I love you.” Resting her face against his shoulder while lightly rubbing the small of his back, Evelyn embraced her son.