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“I am not sorry my brother found you and wants to keep you.”
Keep me?
“I think you are getting a little ahead of yourself,” I persist out the corner of my mouth like I am practicing being a ventriloquist.
Tucker lets out a heavy sigh.
“Not helping,” he warns his twin.
“Eyes and ears on the road, brother.”
I stare out the window, letting the breeze cool my face, focusing on the esplanade, reminding myself that anything can happen in ten weeks in Alaska. The guy is drop-dead gorgeous. If the women of Alaska knew he walked around with an Anaconda in his pants, they would be beating his door down.
No-strings-attached. I had my fun. My life resumes its course, solo.
Period.
I’ve got these feelings under control.
No biggie.
I think?
Alice called shotgun, so I’m again seated with Teagan, a spare seat between us, in luxurious comfort, buckled into white leather seats in the helicopter cabin, which can seat six passengers. We’ve both got a window seat, and I’ve been glued to the view soaking it up, taking pictures on my phone since takeoff.
After the first minute in the air, my nerves subsided. Just when I thought Tucker couldn’t be any more talented, he adds sexy, damn-good-pilot to his resume.
The short flight from the hangar at Zamperini Field, Torrance, to Temecula isn’t anywhere near long enough. I’ve enjoyed every moment of this flight, flying in style.
The helicopter belongs to Tucker’s ex-rock star friend—now gazillionaire philanthropist—Hudson Raine.
Tucker’s voice comes through the headset, letting us know he is about to land the Leonardo blue and gold executive helicopter on the grassed area off to the side of my circular driveway out the front of my homestead.
Chance, Aubrey, CJ, and Pixy are waiting below. Their hair is blowing about in a frenzy.
I wave to them all, snapping off some pictures.
Aanndjust as we touchdown, Pixy tips over in a dead faint.
I shouldn’t laugh, but I do.
Poor little guy.
I took several selfies inside the cabin, and with Teagan, for my Instagram page, but one more won’t hurt because it’s not like I will be doing this again.
The cabin door glides open on my side just as I snap off another pic, and there is Tucker’s cheeky grin frozen in place, not looking at all ashamed of photobombing my selfie.
“Hamlet, time to fly the coop. You are safe on terra firma.” Tucker is back to behaving the way I can handle him because I might be feeling a twinge of sadness for leaving this family behind.
Looking around, I notice Teagan has already disembarked via the other door, and I’m still sitting here chatting away in my head.
Once I unbuckle, I stand ready to climb down, but Tucker holds his hand out to assist me. He lifts me out of the cabin at the last second by placing his hands on my waist. “Duck, beautiful. Don’t want to bump that pretty head of yours again.” I lower my head, holding Bronwyn Bear against my chest with one hand and the other grips Tucker’s shoulder.
He holds me close to his face for longer than necessary, staring at me intently. “If you keep ogling me like you want to kiss me, then I am going to have to do something about it in front of your family, Shagspeare.”
“What? I’m not ogling. Who is ogling? I amnotan ogler.”
“Yeah… you are.” Then he swings me around, planting me on my feet.
