I stood and gathered my bag close to my body. “Where are you going now?” He asked.

“I don’t want to be near you,” I told him truthfully. “I’m going to sit somewhere else, and you are going to leave me alone.” Wes had wandered back from wherever he had run off to by then and he took the seat I’d just vacated.

“What the hell did you say to chase her off this time?”

“The wrong thing, again, apparently,” I heard Tucker say.

“Did you tell her you invited the women because you were still jealous that she was going to hook up with the giant Texan?”

I didn’t hear if Tucker even bothered to answer Wes because I moved too far away to overhear anything else. Having booked myself into a coach seat while the guys had chosen first class meant that I also didn’t have to be near them during our flight home. Wes tried, and failed, to swap seats with me before the flight took off, and since we were in two different sections of the plane, I didn’t have to deal with either of them for the entire flight. Instead, I had to listen to my seatmate snore almost the entire time, and honestly, that was the better option.

As I disembarked the flight though, both Wes and Tucker were there in the passenger boarding bridge, waiting for me. Once I neared them, they kept pace with me as we made our way into the airport terminal. When we were out of the way of other passengers, Tucker pulled me to the side.

“Mina, when we get out of the secure area of the airport, anyone could see us. You know how the hometown press is and I know they already got wind that I’d flown out of town for some reason. They’ll be waiting for me to come back.”

“Okay, and that means what?”

“We have to actually look like we are happy and that we just got married, not that we just got back from someone’s funeral.”

I reached into my bag and pulled out a “What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas” hat that I had purchased on a whim at the gift shop before leaving. Then I moved over to the shop off to our right and purchased a pair of large sunglasses that would hide most of my face. “Okay then, this should do to help hide the fact that I’m not, in fact, a blushing bride.” I waved my hand in front of him indicating his face. “I don’t know what to do about all that, so maybe you’ll have to be a little better about acting happy.”

He hissed out a breath and pulled me close, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Try not to look like I’m kidnapping you, okay?”

Wes laughed and promised to grab our bags if we wanted to just meet him in the parking garage where we left the car on the way to Vegas. He had grabbed a ride to the airport on his way to Vegas and was going to be riding back to the apartment with us. I yanked my phone out and went through the pics I took while in Vegas until I got to the one that I’d taken of the parking area.