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“You have nothing to be sorry about, Emmy. Now, how about we finish getting ready so I can show you the surprise?”
“Okay.”
* * *
An hour later,we are pulling up to a private airstrip. I wait for Josh to come around and open my door; he has a thing about wanting to open my door all the time. To be honest, I like it. Stepping out, I hold down the fabric of the dress I’m wearing to make sure it doesn’t blow up in the wind.
The dress Ella left was beautiful. A bright yellow sundress. It has a corset waist with a light cotton fabric skirt that hangs loosely to the midpoint of my thighs. I put my hair up in a high ponytail, which I’m thankful for now. This wind would have played havoc on my curls.
“Why are we at an airport, Josh?” I ask him.
“I’m taking some time off. We’re going to get away for a few days. Or weeks.” He shrugs.
“I can’t go anywhere. I don’t even have a passport. Where are we going?”
“You don’t need one for where we are going. And we are going to one of the family vacation homes. Don’t worry, we’re not leaving the country. Come on.” He takes hold of my hand and starts leading me towards the runway, where there is a small jet with the McKinley Industries logo on the side of it.
“You have a jet?” I ask. Of course, the McKinleys have a jet. Is there anything they don’t have?
“You know all of this is going to be yours when I can talk you into marrying me?” Josh laughs.
But I don’t laugh. I try to smile at him, but it’s strained. I’m not sure that I can ever get married so I decide to change the subject. It’s not a discussion I can have right now.
“So how long is the trip?” I ask.
“It’s a few hours. But don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of ideas on how we can use the time wisely.” He smirks.
“Oh yeah, did you pack a deck of cards or something?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of the mile high club kind of activities. You ever joined the mile high club?” he asks.
I’m just about to tell him no, that I have not, when he interrupts me.
“Don’t answer that. I was thinking today could be a day where I don’t have to kill anyone.”
“You wouldn’t actually kill them. But, just in case you’re still wondering, no, I have not ever joined the mile high club.”
“Make no mistake, Emmy, I’m crazy enough to kill any fucker who has ever laid a hand on you. Whether you wanted them to or not. You and I both already know that.”
What the hell do you say to that? I have nothing. Again, Josh leaves me speechless. Somehow, I do believe he is just that crazy. I remember the look he had when he was holding the knife to that guy’s throat in the stable. He was more than ready to take his life. And he wouldn’t lose any sleep over it.
Me? I took a life and I’m left with his ghost haunting my dreams every night… and this god-awful feeling of someone watching me constantly. I look back over my shoulder and I swear I see a figure in the distance next to a shed. My steps stop and I look again. Is this it? Has someone found me?
“Emmy, you good?” Josh asks.
“Ah, yeah, sorry. I thought I saw someone.” I turn back around and continue walking. Josh glares over his shoulder in the direction I was looking, then he turns back and wraps his arm around me. He starts typing out a message as he guides me up the stairs of the plane.
I stop at the entrance of the cabin. This is not an ordinary plane. This is fancy with a capital F. I feel so out of place. When I see the two stewardesses glaring in my direction, I want nothing more than to run off the plane.
Their looks change when they see Josh step in behind me. “Mr. McKinley, welcome back. I’ve set up your usual spot with your drink ready for you. I’m sorry… I didn’t realise you were bringing a guest. Can I get you anything else?” The blonde bombshell bats her lashes at him.
I don’t like her. I’m ready to rip those eyelashes off her damn pretty face. Let’s see how she bats them when she doesn’t have any.
“Josh?” I turn my head to look at him. “I’m gonna need you to hold my hand right now,” I tell him. I figure holding hands helps calm his fire down, so maybe it will help with mine.
Josh’s eyes open in surprise. He looks from me to the stewardess. He takes hold of my hand, pulling me into him. His lips slam down on mine and he claims me in front of both stewardesses. I do nothing to stop him; instead, my tongue hungrily meets his.
When he finally pulls away, he smiles down at me before turning to the stewardess. “Crystal is it?” he asks the blonde one.
