“That’s okay. We’ve got all night.”
Her words seemed to unleash something in him. He pounded into her repeatedly, taking them both on a wild ride that ended in one perfect moment of utter unity as they came together, groaning and clinging to each other as the tremors took them over.
He sagged into her arms, his big body vibrating from the powerful release. “Love you, Ella. Love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
“Thanks for not giving up on me.”
“I’ll never give up on you.”
CHAPTER 23
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
—C. S. Lewis
They stayed there like that for a long time, the room growing darker before he finally withdrew from her and moved onto his back, bringing her with him. She wanted to curl up to him, to wallow in the heat and comfort of him next to her, but it was time to tell him about the trip. Preparations had to be made by both of them to be ready to leave at six in the morning. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Kissing his chest, she said, “Let me up for a minute.”
“As long as you come right back.”
“I’ll come right back.”
He kissed her lips before letting her go. “Hurry up.”
“Always in such a hurry.”
“Only when you’re around.”
Her heart pounding with excitement, she used the bathroom and then went to find the packet she’d printed at work the day before. “Here goes nothing,” she whispered as she returned to the bedroom. Before getting back into bed, she turned on the bedside lamp.
Gavin winced from the sudden onset of light. He blinked her into focus. “What’ve you got there?”
“Your surprise.”
“Oh, I’d almost forgot about that.” He raised himself up on one elbow. “What is it?”
“Before I tell you, I want you to know that I did this for you because I think you’ll enjoy it and I want you to be happy. I hope you’ll like it.”
“I’m beyond curious.”
Her mouth was suddenly dry as she handed over the packet of papers that included plane tickets, pictures from the resort and information about their reservation.
He opened it, looked it over and then glanced at her, his jaw tight with tension. “What is this, El?”
“It’s a trip to Dylan’s wedding, all paid for and arranged. We leave in the morning.”
“You . . . You set this all up?”
“I did,” she said, swallowing hard. “And don’t worry about work. Your dad talked to Clinton, and he’s more than happy to cover for you next week so you can get away.”
“My parents know about this, too?”
She nodded. “So does Dylan. He was very excited about it and said to tell you how much it’ll mean to him to have you there for his wedding.” As she spoke, she couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t seem happy about the surprise. He seemed . . . less than pleased.
“I can’t believe you did this.”
“I thought it would be fun to get away from it all for a week, to go to your friend’s wedding—”
“I can’t go, Ella. There’s no way I can go.”
“What do you mean? I just told you, work is covered—”
“It’s not covered.” He got up out of bed and pulled on his underwear and then rested his hands on his hips. “Clinton is great, but he’s never been left in charge before. I can’t just walk away from my responsibilities for a week because you think it would be fun.”
“Gavin, let’s talk about it—”
“I’m really sorry. It was nice of you to do this and to think of me this way, but I can’t do it.”
“You’re closed down for the weekend. You could come for a few days. Surely your business wouldn’t fall apart if you missed a couple of days. I’m missing one of the biggest weeks of the year in the store, and it’ll be fine.”
“Because you have people to cover for you. I don’t have that.”
“Yes, you do!”