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“No. And I fly in this all the time.” He hooks his arm around my side, bodily moving me a few steps forward. “Don’t tell him I said it, but Nero’s a great pilot.”
“No.” I dig my heels into the ground. “No, no, no. That man is not a pilot.”
“Certified and everything,” King tells me as he keeps pushing me forward. “Not even forged.”
“Is that supposed to be comforting?” I can hear my voice getting shrill.
I know Nero drove us here, but having himflyus home is a whole different ball game.
King stops and I tip my head back to find him looking down on me. “Are you afraid of flying?”
My eyes drop to his mouth as he speaks. “Not in general, no.”
Belatedly, I realize I should’ve said yes. But I’ve been so sex deprived, for so long, that having him this close after what we just did is shorting-out my brain.
“You’ll be fine. We brought the big one.”
The big one.
My gaze lowers to look at the front of his pants.
“The plane, Baby.” King’s hand slides up my shoulder to gently tug on my ear. “Though I like that your reaction to the wordbigis to look at my dick.”
I can’t believe I did that.
When I refuse to look back up at him, he chuckles. “I promise it’s safe. And the sooner we get on that plane, the sooner you can go to sleep in our bed.”
Our bed.
Just the thought of curling up into his side amplifies my exhaustion.
I eye the aircraft.Fuck it. My life is nothing but chaos now. What’s a little plane crash to add to the mix.
CHAPTER45
Savannah
I clear my throat,“Um, good morning.”
Cici whirls around from her spot at the stove, “Oh!” She slaps a hand to her chest. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Sorry,” I grimace.
She waves my apology away, “The boss said you’d be sleeping in late so I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
I lift my shoulder. Not sure how to say that when I woke up alone, and I couldn’t go back to sleep. “Is he…here?”
She shakes her head. “He said to tell you that he’d be back tonight. And that he had your art stuff delivered to your studio.”
Art stuff.I mouth the words before I realize what he means. “Oh!”
He must’ve sent someone to my rental studio to collect all my pieces.
Cici holds out a coffee mug, and I take it with a grateful smile. “Thanks.”
She bites her lip. “Hey, we’re sorry if we got you in trouble the other night. With the,ya know.” Cici widens her eyes.
It’s my turn to refuse an apology. “King wasn’t mad about that. And even if he had been, I think running away pissed him off more.”
