Chapter thirty
Davey lifted the armrest between their seats, put his arm around Tyler, and pulled him as close as he could without unhooking their lap belts.
The flight would be short, but it was packed.
Tyler turned, pushing his back and shoulders against Davey's chest. He leaned in and kissed the top of Tyler's head and ran his fingers through his blond locks. "Your hair is getting so long."
Tyler stared at his ring. Again. Every time Davey caught him, whether it was a glance, a stare, or an inspection, it made his heart leap to know it meant as much to Tyler as it did to him.
Tyler grunted his response.
"There's a place in Gallup you can go. If you want it cut."
Another grunt. Tyler was intently inspecting the ring. Again.
Davey smiled to himself. "Love you."
"I love you, too, Davey." Tyler snuggled back under Davey's arm.
"You know," Davey stopped. His next words were just going to get Tyler upset, but he couldn't help thinking them.
When he didn't keep going, Tyler asked. "What?" His growly voice told Davey that he knew he wasn't going to like it.
"I'm just sayin'."
"Saying what, Davey?"
"Just that this would all be so much easier if you worked for my team."
"No. Especially now."
He kissed Tyler's hair again, smelling the different shampoo that he'd been using at his mother's house. It was more citrusy than he normally smelled, but not unpleasant, just different. "Okay," he said, refusing to let this be another argument. "We'll think of something."
Tyler held his hand up. "When do you want to do it?"
"What? Get married?" Davey was surprised at the sudden switch in conversation but relieved he hadn't pissed Tyler off, or if he had, that his fiancé chose to ignore it. Fiancé. That was the first time he thought of Tyler as his fiancé. He loved the twinge in his stomach that the word gave him.
Tyler was still admiring his rocks. Holding it up and flicking his hand back and forth in the light. "Yes, baby. Get married. When?"
"Don't know. After this season, maybe?"
"Or next?"
"I don't want to wait that long." They both knew their wedding would coincide with the racing schedule. Supercross was both of their lives. "We need planning time, though. And the season is about to start. Hell, I'm back in training tomorrow, baby."
"Yep. I know." Tyler finally put his ring down. He didn't have to tell Davey how much he loved the ring; it was blatantly obvious. "We can set a date later. Might have to be next season. Maybe next Christmas." Tyler sounded tired.
Davey squeezed his shoulder tighter. "We'll work it out, baby. Together."