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He pulled into the airport and sped to the drop-off area. As soon as the truck stopped, I hopped out and grabbed my crutches. I went as fast as I could, but they were a fucking nuisance.

“Alright, Dash. Give us the flight!” Edu shouted, hurrying alongside me.

“It boards in twenty minutes. Gate 28. Get your asses moving!”

“Fuck, we’re not gonna make it,” I huffed, going as fast as I could.

“I got this,” Scottie said, running ahead of us. “A hundred dollars to borrow your wheelchair,” he said to a lady with an oxygen tank.

“No!”

“Lady, this is an emergency! The love of his life is about to get on a plane and he can’t chase her down if he’s hopping after her!”

The lady looked at me, surprised as hell. “Is that true?”

“Honest to God. I let her walk away, and I shouldn’t have.”

She turned to Scottie, “Two hundred.”

“Edu, give me a hundred.”

“Why do I have to give you a hundred?”

“We split the tab.”

“She’s not my woman,” Edu grumbled.

“Just give her the fucking money!” I shouted, already feeling my chance slip away.

“Alright, alright, but you’re buying the pizza tonight.”

The lady got up as quickly as she could, shuffling to a seat with her oxygen tank wheeling behind her. I tossed the crutches to Edu and flopped down in the chair. In a flash, Scottie took the handles and drove me through the airport, running like his ass was on fire.

I rolled my eyes when I heard Edu turn on Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, blaring it from his phone as we ran through the airport.

“Dash, get us through security!” I yelled, hoping he could make a miracle happen.

“Already taken care of. My man Darrell is on it!”

Hope bloomed in my chest as we rushed toward security. They saw us coming and waved us through. Four cops took up either side, running along with us as they guided us through the airport, clearing the way. We were going to make it. She wasn’t going to get away.

Edu and Scottie sang in unison, and I found myself joining in, letting the song fill my heart with hope. Other travelers joined in, seeming to understand the mission I was on. I looked over my shoulder, watching as they ran behind us, singing at the top of their lungs, yet they had no idea why.

“Right there!” Scottie shouted, pushing faster as he saw Piper in the distance.

“Piper!” I shouted, but she couldn’t hear me over the singing. She got in line, ready to hand them her boarding pass, when suddenly, the music blared over the loudspeaker. I grinned, shaking my head at the audacity Dash had to break into the airport system.

“You can thank me later, man.”

Piper looked up as the music grew louder, and then she saw us coming. Her eyes widened as she spotted Scottie pushing me with what had to be fifty people running behind us.

We were only feet from her when Scottie skidded to a stop and I jumped out, hopping over to her on one leg. Tears sparkled in her eyes as she laughed, shaking her head.

“Piper,” I said, tuning out the music still being sung all around us.

“You’re crazy,” she laughed, biting her lip.

“Crazy for you.” I slid my hand up her arm, hoping she wouldn’t pull away. “I can’t live without you, Piper. It would fucking kill me if you got on that plane.”

“Patrick…I can’t. I’m not…I can’t deal with your life.”

“The spiders,” I nodded as a mischievous grin filled my face. “Mom told me.”

“So, you know.”

“I do, but Piper, I swear to God, I will always kill those spiders. Just as you stepped in front of that bear for me, I will always make sure there are exterminators clearing the house and traps set. No fucking spiders will ever get you.”

She swallowed hard, ducking her head. “And what about you? How can I be sure no spiders will get you?”

I didn’t have an answer for her. “You can’t, and neither can I, but I swear to you, I will do everything I can to come home to you. Always.”

“Patrick—”

“I love you, Piper. I’ve never loved anyone.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you.

You’re it for me. I battled two men fighting over the best song to play on the way here, snatched a wheelchair from a woman with an oxygen tank, and I will fucking get down on one knee right now and propose to you in front of two hundred strangers if only you’ll say you’ll stay and be mine. ”

A chuckle left her lips as she shook her head. “I don’t think you could get down on one knee right now.”

“Maybe not, but I’d try.” I slid my hand to the nape of her neck and stared at those gorgeous lips. “Tell me you’ll stay. Tell me you love me, too.”

A smile crept across her face. “Patrick, I?—”

I didn’t wait to hear the words. I slammed my lips to hers and let the music fill the minuscule space between us as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back.

I slid my hands down to her ass and hoisted her against me, balancing precariously on one leg.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and grinned as she pulled back just an inch.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I know. You couldn’t help yourself.”

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