For Better or Worse

Josh, however, seemed unfazed as the pull of his hand tugged her attention back down. Minus the increasingly panicked look in his eye, and the way his fingers were slick with sweat beneath hers.

“Let’s just say I meant that whole bit about life being short,” he said earnestly. “If you say yes—and by God, woman, you’d better—we’re getting married immediately. Today.”

Her mouth dropped open. “I am not getting married today. You’re proposing to a wedding planner. Have you forgotten that I live to build the perfect wedding?”

“And you have, haven’t you?” He lifted an eyebrow.

“What are you—”

Everything clicked into place.

Heather breathed outward. “Oh, my God. The Robinson wedding.”

Her wedding. The wedding she’d planned. It was supposed to have been today.

“I talked to Alexis. Not a single thing has changed except for, like, four details. Maybe six, if you count the bride and groom.”

Heather’s breath was shallow. Her wedding. Her dream wedding was a forty-minute drive away.

But that wasn’t what was important.

The man in front of her was important.

And the man was here. And she loved him. Always.

For better or worse.

Very slowly, Heather lowered to her knees in front of him, ignoring someone’s reference to Chandler and Monica from behind her.

“Yes,” she said softly, lifting her free hand to touch his face. “I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you yesterday, I’ll marry you tomorrow, or five years from now, or in a barn or in this airport.”

Josh’s mouth closed on hers, and the people who’d crowded around them finally got what they wanted. A chorus of clapping sounded as he slid the ring onto her finger without ever breaking contact with her mouth.

When they pulled apart, the crowd was still cheering, and the airline employee looked torn between being charmed and being frustrated that they were holding up her boarding process.

“Ma’am, are you Fowler, Heather? Are you boarding or not?”

“Oh gosh,” Heather said, the attendant’s question jarring her back to reality. “I can’t get married today. I’m all for a small wedding, but my mom—”

“Is already in New York,” he said, kissing her softly as he helped her to her feet. “Brooke and Jessie have her at the salon right now while Alexis gets everything else get coordinated.”

Her heart melted. She was marrying a man who’d proposed in an airport and had flown her mom into town.

And that meant her mom was in New York. Finally. All of her dreams were coming true, except . . .

Heather frowned. “You can’t get through security without a ticket, which means you had to buy one. And you bought my mom a ticket. And Danica’s ­wedding—”

“Our wedding,” he corrected.

“—was crazy expensive.”

“Well then, good thing I’m loaded.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Seriously, 4C, don’t be weird. Don’t overthink this.” He picked up her left hand. “Look, big diamond. Swoon.”

She laughed. “Trust me, I will, and I am, I just—”

“I’m about to be more loaded,” he interrupted. “I signed on with Logan. I called him from the hospital and let him know I’d like to join him. We’re probably going to take over the world, no big deal. But I’ll tell you about it later.”

He offered her arm. “How about it, 4C. Marry me?”

“Absolutely, 4A.” She grinned, taking his arm.

“Oh, that reminds me.” He began leading her through the airport as the crowd parted for them, fairy-tale style. “We’ll need to pick one or the other.”

“Pick one or the other what?”

“4A or 4C.”

“Why’s that?”

“Contractors are at our place now, figuring out which wall to tear down to join our two units.”

“Wait, what?” She held up a hand. “Can you do that? The landlord’s going to be pissed.”

“The landlord just manages the place. It’s the owner who will care.”

“Well, whatever. Point is, we’re going to get in trouble.”