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Orange County. Then, two days later, from Orange County to Denver. A week later, a flight from Seattle to Orange County. Then from Orange County to Chicago.
It goes like that for five months.
There are a dozen round trips. We'll never be more than ten days apart.
I look up at Miles. There's all this affection in his clear blue eyes. "You're going to spend your entire tour on airplanes."
"Only the breaks."
"This is too much."
"No. It's just enough." He rubs my shoulders. "If you get spare time, I'll fly you out. But if not, that's okay. Your life doesn't have to change. You don't have to give up anything you want, Meg. Including us together as often as possible."
I do the math. This will give us forty days together. With the break, that's almost two out of the next five months.
I can do that. But- "You want to stay with my parents? Half these dates are during the week." It's no problem staying at the Malibu mansion on the weekends, but, with traffic, it's two hours from school.
The same smile spreads over his face. "About that."
"About that?"
"Go to the next email."
I do. It's a confirmation for a lease. The address is in Newport Beach.
It's an apartment for us.
There's even a message about Miles wanting to add my name to the lease.
"There are pictures," he says.
There are. It's smaller than the place in Malibu—it's hard to compete with a mansion— but there’s plenty of room in the modern condo. There are two bedrooms, a wide main room, a balcony and a shared pool.
And you can see the beach from the windows.
"Fifteen minutes to UCI. Half an hour in traffic." He drags his fingertips over my neck. "It's ours through May. After, we can renew or we can find a more permanent place."
"You want to live in Orange County?"
"I want to live where you are, Meg."
"What if I do my residency in Arizona?"
"Then I'm in Arizona." He slides his hand to the back of my neck. "I talked to Tom. He wants to slow down too. More time off during tours. Fewer private gigs. We might not make as much money, but-"
"You're already worth thirty million."
He laughs. "Yeah. Only eight or nine for the other guys, but that's plenty."
"I can't believe you're bragging at a time like this."
He smiles. His forehead connects with mine for a moment. Then he pulls back enough to stare into my eyes. "I'm not saying it will be easy. I'm sure there will be days where you get home and wish I were there. I'm sure there will be nights on the road where I need you like I need oxygen. But we'll figure it out. Any time you need me, call. I'll find a way to be there."
"What if you need me?"
"I'll find a way for us to be together." His eyes fill with affection. "You're going to be a great doctor one day. I'll always have music. That will change with the times, but it will always be in my heart. Right next to you."
"But I'm the only one here." I drag my fingertips over his chest, over the tattoo of my name.
"Yeah. You're the only one here." He leans down to press his lips to mine.
When the kiss breaks, I stare back at him. "Okay. Now, I believe you promised to show me your cock."
He laughs. "Princess, you know I always give you what you want."
He whisks me back to the limo.
And we make excellent use of our free afternoon.
Chapter Eleven
––––––––
M iles
We barely make it out of the limo in time to pick up our marriage license. Damn. We're late. I check the clock when we stop at our hotel room to change. Again, I'm in slacks and a button-up shirt. Meg wears a knee-length ivory dress and silver wedges that give her an inch on me.
The woman lives in flats. I'm almost never looking up at her.
Well, not when we're dressed.
What the hell time is it anyway? I check the clock again. As hot as she looks with the dress hugging her chest and waist, this has to wait until after dinner.
The Japanese restaurant is packed to the brim. I lead Meg through the fray, straight to the reserved room in back.
It's through sliding screen doors.
It goes like that for five months.
There are a dozen round trips. We'll never be more than ten days apart.
I look up at Miles. There's all this affection in his clear blue eyes. "You're going to spend your entire tour on airplanes."
"Only the breaks."
"This is too much."
"No. It's just enough." He rubs my shoulders. "If you get spare time, I'll fly you out. But if not, that's okay. Your life doesn't have to change. You don't have to give up anything you want, Meg. Including us together as often as possible."
I do the math. This will give us forty days together. With the break, that's almost two out of the next five months.
I can do that. But- "You want to stay with my parents? Half these dates are during the week." It's no problem staying at the Malibu mansion on the weekends, but, with traffic, it's two hours from school.
The same smile spreads over his face. "About that."
"About that?"
"Go to the next email."
I do. It's a confirmation for a lease. The address is in Newport Beach.
It's an apartment for us.
There's even a message about Miles wanting to add my name to the lease.
"There are pictures," he says.
There are. It's smaller than the place in Malibu—it's hard to compete with a mansion— but there’s plenty of room in the modern condo. There are two bedrooms, a wide main room, a balcony and a shared pool.
And you can see the beach from the windows.
"Fifteen minutes to UCI. Half an hour in traffic." He drags his fingertips over my neck. "It's ours through May. After, we can renew or we can find a more permanent place."
"You want to live in Orange County?"
"I want to live where you are, Meg."
"What if I do my residency in Arizona?"
"Then I'm in Arizona." He slides his hand to the back of my neck. "I talked to Tom. He wants to slow down too. More time off during tours. Fewer private gigs. We might not make as much money, but-"
"You're already worth thirty million."
He laughs. "Yeah. Only eight or nine for the other guys, but that's plenty."
"I can't believe you're bragging at a time like this."
He smiles. His forehead connects with mine for a moment. Then he pulls back enough to stare into my eyes. "I'm not saying it will be easy. I'm sure there will be days where you get home and wish I were there. I'm sure there will be nights on the road where I need you like I need oxygen. But we'll figure it out. Any time you need me, call. I'll find a way to be there."
"What if you need me?"
"I'll find a way for us to be together." His eyes fill with affection. "You're going to be a great doctor one day. I'll always have music. That will change with the times, but it will always be in my heart. Right next to you."
"But I'm the only one here." I drag my fingertips over his chest, over the tattoo of my name.
"Yeah. You're the only one here." He leans down to press his lips to mine.
When the kiss breaks, I stare back at him. "Okay. Now, I believe you promised to show me your cock."
He laughs. "Princess, you know I always give you what you want."
He whisks me back to the limo.
And we make excellent use of our free afternoon.
Chapter Eleven
––––––––
M iles
We barely make it out of the limo in time to pick up our marriage license. Damn. We're late. I check the clock when we stop at our hotel room to change. Again, I'm in slacks and a button-up shirt. Meg wears a knee-length ivory dress and silver wedges that give her an inch on me.
The woman lives in flats. I'm almost never looking up at her.
Well, not when we're dressed.
What the hell time is it anyway? I check the clock again. As hot as she looks with the dress hugging her chest and waist, this has to wait until after dinner.
The Japanese restaurant is packed to the brim. I lead Meg through the fray, straight to the reserved room in back.
It's through sliding screen doors.
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