All the Right Moves(68)
“What matters more than that, though, is that I would do whatever is necessary to make sure you become the kind of therapist you want to be. I’ll support you in every way. I know you’ll be brilliant at it. From experience.
“I don’t want you to change who you are, either. Being a military wife is challenging, but it doesn’t mean people can’t be happy. That you can’t live a life you’d love. Thing is, I want a true partner. Not someone who can throw a great party, although I’m sure you can. What matters to me is that I’d have someone who would always tell me the truth. And who would look to me for the same in return.”
He took a deep breath and leaned slightly forward. “If the picture I’ve painted isn’t something you’re interested in, well, as I said, I haven’t signed the papers yet. I couldn’t until I spoke to you.”
Cassie was spinning. She felt as if she’d had the air knocked out of her. In a good way. But... “I think you might have missed a few steps there, Captain.”
John blinked. Then he seemed to get it. “Oh. I love you. I love you like I never expected to love anyone. That discontent I was feeling, it turns out, it was the flying. But not just that. It was everything. I got up in the cockpit this morning, and it wasn’t the same as it used to be. It wasn’t enough. Because what was missing all this time, was you.”
She had to take a minute. Replay each word he’d said in slow motion, just to be really clear she wasn’t making things up. She even touched his arm, the fabric of his uniform as real as the floor beneath her feet. It also took her some time to recognize that the look in his eyes was hope.
“Well, thank goodness you finally got your head clear. Because it turns out I love you right back.”
His grin started small, then got much bigger. “You do?”
She nodded. “Despite your disappearing act. I hated that we hadn’t said goodbye.”
“We don’t have to now. That is—”
“No. We don’t have to. I think I can do this pilot’s wife gig. As long as you’re serious about me not hosting too many parties. I’m really tired of serving people drinks.”
He put his cap on the closest table, then took both her hands in his and pulled her close. “Thank you,” he said. “For being amazing. For loving me, despite my selfishness. I’ll try to do better.”
“You’re pretty fantastic just the way you are.”
He kissed her then. Deeply. It went on for quite a while. She barely noticed that the jukebox was playing “At Last.”
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Ryan settled against the headboard, the puffy comforter billowing around him. Straight ahead was a forty-two-inch flat-screen TV. There was a wing chair, a leather love seat, an extravagantly stocked minibar and, if he turned his head to the right, beyond the private patio was a view of a nice little courtyard with a pool and spa pool all in the shadow of the Spring Mountains. It might be February in the rest of the world, but in the Vegas desert it was a balmy seventy-two degrees with copious sunshine on the docket for the rest of the week.
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You’re gonna die when you see the bathtub.