The Sweet Encounter (Completed)

Chapter Thirty-One: Please

She studied all her items inside her luggage once more and everything looked packed. She had always been minimal when traveling, but for some reason something was tugging at her. Maybe it was because this would be the first time she was leaving Trey. She was ready though to embark on this journey of expanding her shop. It had been a long time coming and everything was falling into place.

She could hear Trey talking on his phone, another business call. She looked at her watch. Lacy would be here in a few minutes to pick her up. As soon as Trey got off his phone, he walked over to her and stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Let me take you both to the airport. I can drop you both off and pick both of you up as well. There's no need to waste money and leave the car parked at the airport."

"I appreciate the offer, Trey, but we're coming home late and I don't want to bother you."

"It's no bother at all. You're my wife. Besides, it means I'll get more time to spend with you and I'll gladly welcome you as soon as you land."

"You've already done enough by letting us use your private plane." She turned herself around to kiss him and assure him. "It'll be a quick two day trip."

"Yes, that's why I don't mind going either." His smile was contagious, and she adored it immensely.

She tapped the tip of his nose, "You, sir, need to run your business. You've already taken so many days off taking care of me. Thankfully, I'm finally over that stage of morning sickness. Besides, Lacy will be with me. She'll take good care of me."

He snarled sarcastically, "She better or I'll have her fired."

She pinched his arms and he released her. "Be nice! Lacy has been nothing but the best. Now enough of this talk, decisions have already been made, and I need to close this luggage and head downstairs."

Brie closed her luggage and hauled it out the door, but Trey grabbed it from her. "At least, let me handle your luggage down the stairs. I don't need you tripping." He turned on the hall lights at the top of the stairs, and they went out. "Remind me to change those. Hold on." He grabbed her hands and helped her down the stairs.

"Trey, I can manage going down these stairs myself." She giggled at his chivalrous behavior.

"Nonsense. You have two left feet. I recollect you breaking your heel that first night." Suddenly, Trey was pulled to a halt. He almost lost his footing. "Brie, why did you stop me?"

"You remembered something else." Her breathing changed and she grinned ear to ear. "Trey." She held onto him and kept crying.

Trey didn't even realize it himself. He blinked several times and stroked her hair. "I did, didn't I?"

It had been two weeks since the last memory arose up for him to remember. Brie and Trey had tried to see if any other memories would appear, but it was fail. They decided to let time do its course and it did. His memories were now slowly coming together.

"Maybe I should stay?"

He pulled himself back from her, "No. What nonsense are you speaking of now? First, you can't wait to escape me and now you want to remain here?"

"I don't want to escape you." She nodded her head and gave him a little tug on his shirt. "It's just, you're regaining your memories and I want to be here when you remember them."

He laughed at her irrational suggestion. "Brie, I'll be fine. Yes, I'll miss you, but you have to be in Atlanta for the opening. This is your project that you've worked so hard on."