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“Playing my fake boyfriend again?” I asked cheekily.
Dylan chuckled as we settled in our seats.
"Hope that wasn't too presumptuous," he said. "Just wanted an excuse to be close to you." His eyes were soft, unsure.
I felt my cheeks warm. "It's okay with me," I said.
Dylan reached over and laced his fingers through mine, stroking his thumb over my knuckles absently.
“I feel like we need to make up for lost time as much as possible, even if it’s just through sitting next to you on an airplane.”
When I didn't pull away, Dylan's grip tightened gently, our hands resting together on my thigh.
I liked that he wanted to be near me, even if we didn’t talk. Then Dylan leaned close.
“I’m glad Brent came when he did, so we didn’t miss this flight,” he whispered. “But I also want to punch him for interrupting us.”
I glanced down at my lap. He squeezed my hand tighter. “How about you?”
“Punch Brent? No way. He could take me with a hand tied behind his back.” I looked at him sideways. “But I’ll admit he has terrible timing.”
“He also has terrible ideas,” Dylan said, still whispering conspiratorially. “He wanted he and I to share a room to save on business expenses. But I vetoed that.”
“I have a separate room anyway,” I pointed out, realizing he’d brought that up to hear my reaction.
To verify that I was already thinking along the lines of spending time with Dylan alone, in a hotel room.
I rolled my lips. “You could have doubled up to save cash.”
Dylan’s mouth turned in a half-grin, seeming to like my answer.
Then he shook his head. “Brent snores like a buzzsaw, so it’s worth the extra expense.”
We had to stop talking then, to listen to the safety procedures, but Dylan didn’t let go of my hand. He rubbed his thumb over my knuckles again and again.
After we were in the air, my hand still in his, I felt him staring at me. So I turned to face him, and he smiled broadly.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Bed hair, or freshly showered and ready for business. You’re amazing, Lana.”
I felt my cheeks warm up at the compliments. And the rest of me warmed up at the way Dylan was looking at me, lust obvious in his gaze.
“I know it’s a cliche,” I said, “but you’re not so bad yourself.”
Again, I wondered how no other woman had snapped up such an amazing man as Dylan.
Handsome, successful, charming, so damn thoughtful.
What was not to like? To love?
He grinned at that, and in a few minutes, he whispered, “You know, if Brent hadn’t shown up when he did, I think we’d have both looked pretty rough when he finally came. Because I was definitely going to mess your hair up even more.”
My whole body went hot at how much I’d wanted that.
34
DYLAN
When we landed,I let go of Lana’s hand and got her bag out of the overhead compartment. The four of us rode together from the airport to the hotel.
