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“No,” I said, anxiety immediately assaulting me.
I hated drawing people’s attention. I hated even more talking to strangers. Which was hilarious seeing as I was currently sitting next to one. And I’d spent the entire last three hours with him from the moment I’d seen him in security.
He blew out a relieve breath. “Oh, good. Because I hate talking to people.”
I chuckled. “But you would’ve done it for me?”
“I would do just about anything for you right now,” he pointed out.
I smiled shyly at him, then ducked my head.
The flight attendant locked down the plane, and soon we were taxiing out to the runway.
One thing to know about me, I don’t like planes.
Helicopters were A-okay.
But not planes.
There was just something about them that gave me the creeps, which was why I reached for my stranger’s hand.
He looked over at me in surprise. “You’re scared to fly?”
“I’m scared to fly when I’m not flown by someone I trust,” I confirmed.
“That’s… ludicrous,” he admitted. “Do you trust the pilot that you’re about to start working with in Hazard?”
The worry that was in his voice nearly made me smile.
I nodded. “I only do stints with my friend. She was in the Army. A warrant officer. She flew in Iraq, and did all kinds of things there, giving her plenty of experience. We only work together or we don’t work.”
“That’s… pretty cool,” he admitted. “I like the sound of that.”
“I do, too,” I said, “because there are only so many people that I’m willing to give that kind of control over me.”
His eyes darkened as he said, “You don’t give up control often?”
Why did it sound like he wanted to be the one to force me to give up my control?
“Uh, no,” I said. “I have so many brothers that it was ingrained in me to never give up without one hell of a fight.”
“Good girl,” he murmured quietly, then squeezed my hand.
Why did those two words literally set every single nerve ending inside my body on fire?
The plane started to rev up, and my heartrate started to double time it.
I was seconds away from possibly hyperventilating when Keene called my name.
I looked over and up at him, then he kissed me.
I was too stunned to think about us taking off. Picking up speed and liftoff were a dream.
Mostly because I was kissing him, and he was making me forget what I was scared of in the first place.
He tasted like cinnamon.
I was so focused on that taste, and the way his tongue pressed against my own, I didn’t even realize we’d reached altitude until there was a soft throat clearing beside us.
