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I grab the radio.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling the tower to get an updated weather report.” For the first time in my life, I forgot to check the weather before we took off. Willow Gray has rattled methatmuch. But I’m not about to let her know that. No way in hell am I letting her catch a glimpse of how much power she still holds over me.
Willow looks between me and the instrument panel as the tower in Caribou Creek gives the report. It’s obviously gibberish to her, but I take my sweet time letting Jimmy know we’re stranded for the night but safe, and slip the radio back in its hook before translating.
“Well?” she demands.
“The storm isn’t expected to let up until morning.”
“Come again?”
“We’re stranded tonight.”
CHAPTER3
Willow
“Stranded?” Panic causes my heart to pound against my ribcage. I can’t be stranded with my ex in the Alaskan wilderness. All alone. This is so very, very bad.
Aside from needing to get back in case Grandma Rose decides to die on me, Mason is quicksand. My original plan to avoid him entirely while I snuck into town—which was theonlyway I knew I wouldn’t fall into the past—went up in smoke the moment I locked eyes with him. I have to tread carefully.
“There was a time you would’ve been excited about this scenario.” His eyes are molten, the desire undeniable. Which is all the more confusing. The man should hate me for what I did. I was the one who got to run away. He had to stay and face our small town and all the humiliation I no doubt caused him.
“Well, I’m not that girl anymore.”
He drags his gaze slowly over my body. I hate that it makes me shiver. That my nipples tingle until they harden into peaks. The urge to get out of the plane is overwhelming. The cabin is one tempting cloud of the cologne I bought him the last Christmas we were together. That he still wears it makes me want to forget reason and lose my clothes. “If you say so, city girl.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You move out of LA already?”
“What? No.” That fucking grin is making my brain scramble. Wetness has pooled between my legs despite my best attempts to think of anythingotherthan Mason plunging his massive cock into me. I’ve missed the electrifying sex. Hell, I’ve missed sex. But I’m not about to tell him I haven’t been with anyone else since I left. He was my first. My only. “What’s the plan, then? Sleep in the plane?”
“No.” He pushes open his door and jumps out. “Better grab what you need out of that body bag you packed.”
I unclip my seatbelt, scanning the wilderness around us. Or what little I can still see with the thick fog. A grizzly bear could be lurking twenty feet away and we’d be none the wiser. I can just see the tabloid headlines now.Washed-up Actress Willow Gray Mauled by a Grizzly Bear.
“You waiting for a limo or something?” Mason calls from outside.
I narrow my eyes at him, but he’s not looking.Jerk. I exit the plane and meet him at the back where he stored my suitcase. “Where are we going?”
“To find shelter.”
“But wehaveshelter.” I point to the plane.
He cages me in against it, towering over me. My already out-of-control pulse is off the charts now. He’s too close. It takes every ounce of restraint to keep my hands at my sides, because all they want to do is touch him. Everywhere. “Might be fun fucking in a plane, but it’s not built for a comfortable night’s sleep.”
His heated gaze drops to the low cut of my shirt, reminding me how expertly he used to suckle my nipples. “Mason—”
In a heartbeat, he’s several feet away. As if a gust of wind ripped him away. I remind myself that nothing can happen between us. Nothingshouldhappen between us. As soon as Grandma Rose is either on the mend or over that rainbow bridge, I’m headed back to LA to pick up the pieces and rebuild my career. Hollywood isn’t for quitters. I’m determined to prove Claudia—and every failed audition—wrong.
Mason shrugs a backpack onto his shoulders. “Get what you need?” He nods at my suitcase.
I stare at it, afraid to unzip it. If I’m lucky and itdoesn’texplode, it’ll be all too obvious to Mason that I’m homeless. But I can’t trek through the wilderness in stilettos. “Do you mind?”
Shaking his head, he turns away. “Didn’t think LA would make you shy, babe.”
