Page 93 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition

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He knew—because it was his suggestion.

I grabbed a few tissues from the holder and passed them to Lucia.

“Thank you,” she said, a little breathless as she took them.

She dabbed at her lips, her jaw, then the slender curve of her neck.

It was a pity the armrest was between us.

I didn’t want anything between us.

But I knew I had to be patient.

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She wore a navy trouser suit, and the jacket was just short enough to give me a perfect look at her ass.

Behind me, Garrett smothered a laugh with a cough as she began to ascend.

I turned to flip him off, then quickly followed.

The ride to the airport had been quiet but comfortable.

I felt her little glances every now and then.

I didn’t give them too much thought.

I was busy recalculating her likely ovulation window based on a post she’d made three months ago. It wasn't great since I had to use the average cycle, but it was the best I could do with the tools I had.

The stewardess smiled and welcomed us aboard. Lucia returned the greeting, while I nodded and passed her. Garrett’s burly ass followed us in, but he’d sit closer to the door—giving me some privacy with Lucia.

She stood in the aisle, waiting for my instruction.

I smiled.

She frowned and glanced behind me at Garrett. Her expression turned inquisitive… then suspicious. Her eyebrow lifted slightly.

I cleared my throat.

“Sit down, Ms Hart. We don’t have all day.”

Relief visibly softened her posture. She nodded and took a seat at the table. The relief didn’t last long when I sat directly across from her. It made me briefly consider how my prior behaviour might have been perceived.

I didn’t dwell on it.

That was in the past.

She stared at every fixture and fitting in my plane. In fact, she looked everywhere but at me.

The stewardess approached, but I kept my eyes on Lucia.

“Hello, would either of you like a drink?”

“No, thank you,” Lucia said, offering her a polite smile.

“Scotch on the rocks,” I replied. Then, turning to Lucia, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a drink?”

“Um… no thanks. I’m not much of a drinker.”