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My eyes dance watching Grace’s reaction to the plane. “God, if my mother could only see me now,” she mutters under her breath.
I smirk. “Better than being a Kensington, huh?”
Grace laughs as she pats my chest. “Yeah, Steven never rented a private plane for me.”
“Rented?” I laugh. “No, sweetheart, we own this.”
Her eyes grow. “Youownthis plane?”
I wiggle my brows. “Impressed?”
“Why in God’s name did you fly commercial to the Keys?”
I turn my head, thinking back. “Hm, Carter had it that weekend. Although seeing as how it was all a setup, I wonder what’s true.”
Grace smiles. “And what a setup it was.”
“Greatest flight of my life,” I admit honestly.
Grace’s shy smile breaks every inch of my facade. “Mine too, Whiskey.”
“I have a feeling this flight might be a little more enjoyable though,” I tease, motioning behind me.
Grace laughs. “If there is a bed back there, I swear to God, Cash, you will totally have earned your name.”
“Oh, I intend on doing a hell of a lot more, Gracie. You just tell me, am I having you as an appetizer or for dessert?”
She raises her eyes. “A girl doesn’t put out on a first date.”
I laugh. “Oh, that’s how you’re gonna play this?”
She shrugs.
“I was hoping maybe you’d make an exception for me this time around.”
She smiles. “I mean, I do know you are excellent with your tongue.”
I raise my eyes. “That I am.”
“And I wouldn’t want to miss out on the whole experience.”
She starts to take my hand and walk to the back, but before she gets too far she spins around. “Wait, how many women have you had back here? Oh, forget it; I don’t want to know.” Her cheeks turn red, and she looks away.
“Angel, I’ve never gotten this close to heaven with anyone but you.”
She laughs as she pulls me into the bedroom and collapses onto the bed. “You are such a player with these lines.”
I shrug and reply honestly. “Only for you, baby.”
Three hours later we land in the Keys, and Grace’s face is worth every ounce of greenhouse gas emissions. Or so Grace admits when she kisses me as we hold hands and walk off the plane.
“So we’re going to dinner in the Keys?” she asks with a teasing lilt.
“Yup.” I pull her hand to my mouth and kiss it as I stare into her violet eyes. “You owe me a first date, and I’m taking what I’m owed.”
Grace laughs.
We eat at the restaurant at the hotel. Unlike at hibachi, I make sure we have our own spot, on the beach, with tiki torches and candles on the table. Grace is served mocktails, and she smiles and laughs the entire meal.
