From Best Friend To Fiancé novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Trip To New Hope

Two Weeks Later…

“You’re wearing my hoodie.” Roman stated. “When did you steal that one?”

“I didn't steal, I borrowed. Those are two different things.” I muttered, buckling in, “if I die on this trip, tell everyone I looked cute and smelled amazing.”

“Will do. You sure you got everything?” He asked as he settled into the driver seat.

“Anxiety? Check. Emergency snacks? Check. A dress that my sister says is ‘too good for me’? Triple check.” I counted off my fingers.

“That was a low blow, by the way. I can't believe she said all that over a dress. You okay?”

“I'll survive. She's said much worse to me.”

“And the most important? Did you get it?” Roman started his sleek, black Aston Martin. His sunglasses perched perfectly atop his hair.

I grinned wickedly. “You bet.”

Roman laughed as he pulled away from the curb. “Remind me never to mess with you, Sav.”

“Or buy you a wedding gift.” I added.

“No need to worry about that. I'm never getting married. Ever.” He emphasised.

I rolled my eyes. “Everyone says that. Then boom, suddenly they're happily married with twenty kids and a dozen dogs.”

He scoffed. “Cute picture. But not for me.”

I frowned. I've known Roman for five years and this is the first time he's ever spoken about this.

“Why?”

“Some things just aren't meant for some people. Sav, look at me, do I look like the type of guy that fits into that picture?” He asked with one hand on the steering.

I took a good look at him. From his green eyes to his Adam's apple down to his ivory coloured cashmere sweater and black pants. “Sure.”

He shook his head. “I don't think so. I like my life as it is.”

“If you're anti-marriage, why are you going with me to New Hope?”

He glanced at me before turning his attention back to the road. “Who knows? Maybe it's the spirit of adventure. Maybe for experience? Or just because I'd do anything for you.”

I let that sink. “Why don't you wanna get married? I know I do want to settle down some day when I'm older.” I placed a hand on my chest.

“You're turning thirty, Savannah.” He cackled.

“I can still say when I'm older. There's no rule that prevents thirty-year olds from saying it.” I argued. “Besides, you never stated the reason why you swore off marriage.”

“Let's not dig up dead bodies, love.”

I playfully glared at him. “I'm still gonna get that story out of you, one way or another.”

“Till then, love.” Roman smiled.

An hour into the drive, the GPS announced: "Continue on I-95 North for 67 miles."

I looked at him, head tilted. “Okay. It’s time.”

“For?”

I turned dramatically in my seat, pulling out my phone.

“The road trip playlist. It’s a sacred ritual. First song sets the tone.”

Roman arched an eyebrow.

“If you play Taylor Swift, I’m driving us into a river.”

I gasped.

“You take that back.”

“You take that playlist back.”

We wrestled over my phone like children, with Roman not wanting to give it up. At one point, I climbed halfway into his lap trying to pry it back, giggling and shrieking.

“I will end you, Blackwood!” I swore.

“You’re gonna get us pulled over.”

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