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Kristy smiled at that, and the world shifted inside Jack. Her eyes turned the most incredible shades of blue. They sparkled like jewels when she was happy, then darkened to a smoky sky when she was aroused. He hadn’t made her angry yet, but he’d bet anger had its own distinct shade.
For a split second he realized he was going to find out exactly how her anger looked come Monday.
The thought clobbered him, until he shoved it aside.
She shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed, one delicate foot peeking out the side of the blanket. “You do know, don’t you, that we could lose more gambling than the suite actually costs?”
He let his gaze rest on her perfect pink toes. “Law of averages says we won’t.”
“I thought the odds were on the side of the house.”
“They are. But most people neither win nor lose big. And we’d have to lose pretty big to cover all this.”
She glanced around. “True enough. If we’re going to be stuck here, is there any chance we could get our suitcases from the plane?”
He forced his gaze from her bare foot and focused on the headboard behind her left ear, forcing himself to regroup and think logically about his plans. They could send for their suitcases, certainly. But that would undermine his efforts to make her feel like she was in a Cinderella fantasy. Clothes and jewelry were an important part of the package. She had to get completely caught up if he expected her to marry him by Sunday night.
“Don’t you think it’s more fun for me to take you shopping?” he asked.
She frowned. “I can’t let you keep spending money on me.”
He gave another shrug. “It’s my fault you’re stuck here.”
She cocked her head to one side. “Youbroke the plane?”
“I own the plane.”
She hesitated for a few seconds. “I guess you do, don’t you?”
The question seemed rhetorical, so he didn’t bother answering.
“This is all a bit surreal for me,” she said.
Jack fought the urge to move farther into the room to reassure her. “Just go with it.”
“Easy for you to say.”
She was obviously worrying about Cleveland, and she’d think to call him soon if Jack didn’t at least pretend to explore some alternatives.
He took a chance. “We could book commercial tickets, but that’ll probably take just as long as waiting for Simon.”
Then he held his breath and waited.
“I suppose,” she ventured, clearly not convinced.
He tried to lighten the atmosphere. “We’re marooned, Kristy. Think of it as being on a desert island.”
She cocked her head, and he could tell his ploy was working. “A desert island that comes with a casino, chocolate volcanoes and Cirque du Soleil?”
“Hey, I had to pull a lot strings to get those tickets.”
She gave a small, self-conscious smile. “Sorry. I’ll stop complaining and lighten up.”
“Yes. Do stop complaining. And do lighten up. We’re marooned together until tomorrow, and there’s nothing either of us can do about it.”
She glanced around at the sumptuous furnishings and the rich curtains in the spacious bedroom. “I have to say, this is the best desert island ever.”
Jack chuckled at that. “Come on, then. Let me show you the rest of it.”
Four
Kristy sat up straight and peered past the Eldorado Tours sign to a mass of bright yellow, blue and red fabric that billowed out across the packed desert sand.
“What’s that?” she asked, bracing her hands on the dashboard as Jack bounced the rented SUV into a dirt parking spot next to the porch of a small, graying building.
“It’s a hot air balloon.” He smiled, clearly pleased with himself as he shoved his sunglasses above his forehead.
She blinked at his profile. “You told me we were going to see the Grand Canyon.”
“We are.”
“But—”
He killed the engine and set the hand brake. “Did you think we’d ride down the cliffs on burros?”
She angled her body to face him. “I thought we’d drive up to the edge and take a look over.” She’d never been to the Grand Canyon, but she imagined there were any number of lookouts along the main road.
“This is way better,” said Jack. “We’ll cruise down between the cliffs and get a close-up of the river.”
Kristy’s stomach dipped at the thought of skimming close to jagged rocks in something as fragile as a hot air balloon. “Is that safe?”
“It’s safer than falling off a burro on a narrow trail.”
She glanced back at the rapidly expanding balloon. “That’syour benchmark for safety? Anything above falling off a burro?”
