“I won’t.”

“My parents and Nick and Janelle land at LAX an hour after you do so you won’t be alone for long. Oh, wait. What am I thinking? You won’t be alone - the gang will be with you, which I’m glad because I have almost three entire days of press junkets and appearances. Just remember to keep the hotel a secret, and…”

“Ryan…”

“What?” he whined.

“Honey, you’re stressing out. You need to relax and stop worrying. I’ll see you in L.A. tomorrow, I promise.”

He left out a long sigh.

My eyes departed his face and glanced to the door when I heard a car horn honk.

“I love you,” I murmured on his lips as he kissed me goodbye.

“I love you more!” he snickered, pulling me in tighter.

“Go, be a movie star,” I teased him. “I’ll be on the next plane right behind you.”

Ryan held my hands; his thumbs rolled over both of my rings, twisting them on my fingers. It was his subtle way of reminding me of their engraved messages.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said sadly.

He kissed me one more time before slipping from my hands and out to the car that waited.