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“You’re being very mysterious,” I comment while we wait at a traffic light. With my arms wrapped around him, I feel his chest rumble with laughter.
“You’ll find out soon enough. A little patience.”
I’ve never been very good at being patient, though. With a huff, I let my cheek touch the soft brown leather of his jacket. Back at the restaurant, he made it very clear to me that he never had anything with the waitress. I know he’s no saint and I’m sure many women have graced his bed, but can I blame them? Hell, I was almost one of them until Kennedy called and knocked some sense into me.
There’s no point in being jealous of the women before me. I’ve been with other men. Granted, they were all idiots, but hindsight is 20/20. It’s only fair to focus on the present, not the past when you’re in a new relationship.
Ohmygod. Where did that come from?I’d hardly say we’re in a relationship. He’s letting me stay at his place and helping keep me safe. We’re not dating and I know he isn’t a serious relationship kind of guy. At this point, I’m so jaded, I don’t even think I could have a healthy relationship with someone.
The city falls away and soon we’re roaring down a quiet, mostly rural highway. After maybe twenty minutes, Finn pulls off the road and I see some kind of lone building in the middle of nowhere.
“Where are we?” I ask, removing my helmet, brushing my wild hair back and tying it into a loose knot.
“You’re about to meet Lucy,” he says, heading toward the building.
“Who’s Lucy?”
Finn pulls up in front of a large hangar door and cuts the bike’s engine. After helping me slide off, he removes his helmet and grins.
“Lucy is the love of my life,” he tells me.
With a frown, I follow him over to the huge metal door which he unlocks and slides open, revealing an airplane. Slowly, I walk closer and take it all in. “Lucy In The Sky” is painted in cursive letters on the side.
“Ah, the Beatles song.” When he moves up beside me, I turn and tilt my head. “This is your plane?”
“It is,” he says proudly. “Bought her from an auction two years ago and rebuilt her basically from scratch.”
“Are you serious?” I look at the restored airplane which is clearly a classic with its propellers and red-tipped nose. “That’s very impressive.”
“The Mustang P-51 is a legend. The best fighter used in World War II because of their excellent range and maneuverability. Later, they were used in the Korean War. No other plane could fly as far or as fast.”
“I didn’t take you for a history buff,” I tease.
“Only when it comes to the Mustang. The first time I saw one, I was 8-years-old and I was smitten. It was a dream to own one, so being able to rebuild her myself has been pretty incredible.”
“Wow,” I murmur, walking around the plane and noticing how its paint shines, not a single scratch on its glossy surface. Restoring this plane was clearly a labor of love and Finn put his all into it. “So have you always been a big Beatles fan?”
“Ever since I was a kid,” he says with a little shrug. “I found some old CD’s that belonged to my mom and got hooked.”
“Are you close to your mom?” I ask.
His face darkens and I can feel the change in the air as he coolly responds, “No.” I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. Instead, he nods to the plane and asks, “Wanna take Lucy up? It’ll be her maiden flight since being rebuilt.”
I just blink, not sure what to say. “You haven’t flown it yet?”
“No. Just finished her the other day and didn’t have time yet. What do you say?”
“That I’m a little terrified to get in a plane that hasn’t flown since the 1900s.”
Finn bursts out laughing. “Sounds like you doubt my engineering skills. If there’s one thing I know best in this whole damn world, it’s flying.” My heart catches when he holds out a hand. “Do you trust me?”
No, of course not,I want to say.
“To be determined,” I mutter instead, placing my hand in his. It’s warm and strong, and he guides me over to the ladder that leads up to the cockpit. We only hold hands for a moment and then he lets go so he can climb up and pull back the canopy. But feeling his calloused hand holding mine sends my insides spiraling out of control in the most exhilarating, but scariest, way.
You can’t fall for him,I remind myself. He’s a player, beyond charming, and the attraction is palpable which makes him extremely dangerous.Don’t be stupid, Ivy.
“C’mon up,” Finn calls.
