“Not even a little.” He laughs lightly. “But that’s the nice thing about it. Only the people planning it know how it’s supposed to turn out. We have the idea in our heads, but no one else knows what to expect so they’ll be blown away no matter what.”
“It’s official.” I beam at him. “Whenever I’m overwhelmed, I’m coming to you. You’re the best at talking sense into me.”
He kisses my forehead. “And you’re the only woman that’s managed to make me confident enough to share what I know.”
“You know so much.” I rub down his hip. “I’m pissed at anyone who makes you feel like you should hide.”
Holden keeps holding me even as he picks up his book and keeps reading. I snuggle closer and let myself start to drift off as he reads out loud. The book is hard to follow, but it’s definitely the best bedtime story to date since it’s very effectively knocking me out.
Little by little I give in until I’m out to the world.
I wake up to my alarm, alone and in bed. I huff. “Holden’s sneaky.”
But that’s all the distraction I get until we’re on the plane. I double-check the list, ask Roman for the third time if he got our certificate, then turn to Nick, since he has the list. “All the songs got to the DJ, right? And he knows about there being four first dances kind of mashed into one? And about the father-daughter dance and the multiple mother-son dances?”
“Yes,” Nick assures me.
“Holden, my mom asked to dance with you,” I say, looking at outstanding notes, but then I see Roman’s handwriting. “And so did Roman’s grandmother apparently.”
“Nonna took a shine to you.” Roman shrugs at Holden’s face.
“I’m going with Nonna.” He sighs.
“Good. And we have everything for the caterer, right?” I ask Roman. “He knows about the people who requested specifics, about the baby and-”
Roman shuts me up by kissing me. I just stare at him. He winks. “Sophie, everything is set. I promise.”
I look at my outstanding notes and see something that Nick put in. When I level a glare at him, he shrugs. “I think it’s reasonable.”
“No kissing at all once we land?” It sounds like a punishment.
“Sweetheart, we want our kisses on the alter to be special don’t we?” He asks.
That’s a good point, but I don’t like it. “Three days.”
“Five.”
“Four.” I give an inch.
Nick adjusts, then crosses the private jet to take my hands. “Five and I promise to introduce my mother to yours so you don’t have her asking a million questions.”
“Just a million?” I pretend to think about it. I haven’t met most of their families. Really, I’ve only met Roman’s. Even with just Holden’s brother coming, I have two sets of parents to meet and I don’t remember Roman’s mother so I don’t know how that is going to go, not to mention my mom’s siblings and their families who somehow managed to get added. “Fine.”
Nick kisses me hungrily, pouring all his affection into a kiss that sweeps me off my feet and makes me twice as frustrated that I lost in the compromise. He sits down and adjusts himself. At least I’m not the only one frustrated.
“The wedding night is going to be intense, isn’t it?” I ask, glancing between the three men on the plane.
“Very.” Holden’s gaze rakes over me as if I’m already naked.
“And Gunner is arriving?”
“He will be landing tomorrow.” Roman answers, taking my hand and kissing across my palm. “Relax, Bambina.”
I point at Nick with my free hand. “Four days with Gunner.”
He narrows his eyes, but finally gives in with a nod. “I have a feeling your brain isn’t going to be focused on kissing once we land.”
I don’t want to admit he’s right, but deep down, I have the feeling that he is. Even though my guys have assured me over and over again that everything is taken care of, the controlling side of me says I don’t know it until I’ve seen it.