A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) Read Online Free Page B

city, remember that speeding only saves you seven minutes” he is authoritative in his tone as he warns me of my ever present lead foot, this is classic Ian always scolding me like a father figure.
    “Yes Ian I remember your rather tact ful way you scolded me for my 100mph jaunt on the freeway last week” and this coming from a man who has 007’s car which is a 12 cylinder mind you. My Cadillac is the V-series so this car has power, endurance, stamina and did I mention it’s a Cadillac, my dream car of course, as a matter a fact I have had one ever since I have been driving, which come to think of it has only been for about ten years or so, That is another story entirely. 
    “ Aria slow down it’s not a request! This car is a powerful piece of machinery” he is stern and smiling but I know he cares and wants me safe. He zigs in and out of traffic and makes his way through the construction zones that are always present in summer here in Cleveland, and the speed traps that are usually set out to keeps us all in line, the traffic to the airport for a Friday is not bad, the line of cars are mostly heading to the western suburbs, Ian does not speed the way I do but he pushes the pedal when it is called for when shifting lanes and maneuvering around trucks and what not.
    Ian pulls up to the curbside check in, I take off my sunglasses and put them on the dash. He pops the trunk, we got out of the car and the skycap takes his bag, I walk over to the desk with him, he is holding my hand and I am suddenly shy and almost standing behind him. Ian and the sky cab gentleman who is an older black man with an enigmatic smile. They exchange pleasantries as he passes the sky cab his identification, and flight information he runs everything through the computer. Ian turns towards me and pulls me close to him as I bury myself in his chest, I take one last breath of his scent and I know I must not cry, it’s only a couple of days, how I have made such a habit of having him around, it is going to be hard to not see this face for two whole days.
    “I’ll call you when I land, no texting and driv ing” he shakes his finger at me, that is one thing I don’t do but he scolds me about it anyway I would much rather blare my radio then talk and drive, I mean with I-phones now a days it is an impossible task to drive and text carefully, and I do scold people when I see them at lights doing it. It is very disrespectful to other driver’s safety.
    I give him my brave smile and I try to hold back my tears but my eyes well up and my emotions get the best of me.
    “ Sweetheart it’s only for a few days” the tear falls down my cheek as his thumb whips it away.
    “I know , I know” he pulls me close kissing and whispers in my ear “I love you … come with me.”
    I smile against his neck and his moan I feel in his throat as he holds me close, we both got it bad.
    “Ian you ’re worst then me” I hold him tight around his neck the skycap is trying to hide his smile at our behavior.
    “ Just married?” he chimes in with a smile and is still pecking away at his computer.
    “In two weeks” Ian says as he looks at me one last time, our brown eyes take one last glance at each other and we have to say good bye for now.
    The gentlemen take Ian’s bag from in front of him and sends it on its way.
    “Mr. Bollinger your flight is leaving on time and if she doesn’t move her car she will be ticketed!”
    Just then we both turnaround and the police pulled up. “Yikes” I blurt out as I see officer friendly flashing his lights behind my Cadillac.
    “I’m moving her right now !” I yell at the officers and they wave me on, my car is left running so it is not technically a parked car so they let me move her.
    I kissed Ian one last time, as I get into the car the police cruiser turns off his lights and takes off in front of me.
    Ian yells as I am putting on my sea tbelt
    “H ey we waited twenty years a few more weeks won’t make a