Leanne connected her phone to the car audio and selected a road trip playlist. Trev surprised her by singing along to all their in-group favorites, tapping out the beat on his knees. He was pretty good at harmonizing, and Leanne didn’t miss how Danica smiled at him in appreciation in the rearview mirror. The rest of the coven hadn’t liked either of her first two husbands, but it seemed like things might be different this time.

They made good time, and Danica dropped them off at departures. Trev grabbed their stuff while Leanne leaned into the passenger window. “Thanks for always being in my corner.”

“I can’t wait to hear the whole story.” Danica waved as she pulled away.

Leanne found Trev waiting by the automatic doors as people surged around him, but he kept his gaze locked on her. He had one hand on the raised handle of her small rolling duffel, and it struck her as sweet that he took it for granted that he’d manage her things. She wasn’t used to that sort of care, but…she liked it.

Five minutes at the kiosk, and she had boarding passes. With Trev keeping pace in long, easy strides, she led the way though security. His bag got searched while hers didn’t, and she waited for him on the other side. She’d booked business class seats, so they headed to the lounge. Trev seemed to be trying to play it cool, but she noted how his eyes widened as they got scanned in and found chairs in the corner, tucked away from everyone else.

“Wow, this is amazing. Do you usually travel this way?”

She shot him a wink. “First class all the way, sweetheart. Well, business anyway. But don’t be too impressed, I upgraded using points.”

He ducked his head with a rueful smile, another expression she found ridiculously adorable. “I’m pretending I have any idea what that means. Is that a credit card thing?”

“It is. Want something to drink? I can’t cook, but I can use coffee machines like a boss.”

“A latte or cappuccino?” he asked, seeming unsure.

“Coming right up. I’ll get some snacks too.”

He arranged their bags behind his chair, keeping them safe. Leanne smiled over that as she strode toward the drink bar. First she fetched their coffee, then she served two plates with a variety of fruits and pastries. They hadn’t taken time to eat breakfast; she’d figured they would eat at the airport, and Trev never questioned her plans. While some might disparage his easygoing attitude, she favored the faith it demonstrated.

“I never thought it would happen to me,” he said, obviously parodying one of those stories. “But here I am, being swept off my feet.”

***

Business class was way better than coach.