Page 20 of Interception
We fall asleep, wrapped up in one another and I never want to sleep any other way. I wake up at some point, early morning light streaming through the sides of the hotel blinds. I hear it again, Jenna’s laughter. What the hell could she be laughing at this early in the fucking morning. The door opens a moment later, and she practically skips back into the bedroom, wearing my shirt. Jumping onto the bed, she gives me a blinding grin. Happiness seeps from her every pore.
“What’s got you so happy? Is it the engagement?”
“I am happy about the engagement,” she responds softly. “I’ll be happier when I have a ring on my finger.” She holds up her left hand and bends her fingers until her ring finger is sticking up all by its lonesome. “This finger to be exact.”
“I wasn’t exactly wearing pockets at the time of proposal.”
“The ring isn’t important. I just need you.”
I drag her into my arms and kiss her soundly. “What else has you so happy?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Jenna lays down with me, her head on my chest. Cryptic, but I don’t push. She’s in my arms, agreed to be my wife, all is good in my world. All is right.
Another door slams open in the suite. I hear heavy footsteps stomping through the spacious two-bedroom suite Prokop, Jenna, and I are sharing.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” My best friend roars. I look down at Jenna in shock and she’s biting her bottom lip, fighting a smile. “Where is she?”
“Where’s who?” I whisper to Jenna. Her answer is to fall to her back and cackle like a hyena. “Who isshe?”
