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"We’re going to the airport?"
"Yup."
Her eyes turn horrified. "Are we flying somewhere?"
My non-answer confirms it for her.
"What?" she cries out. "I can't fly. I... I don't even have my full purse!"
"You’ll be fine with what you have."
"But I can't leave Chase without warning."
"We'll be back tonight," Luke said. "I promise you."
Her face shows that she's not sure she can trust me but doesn't have a choice, short of jumping out of a moving car. She gives an annoyed sound.
But I don't park at the airport parking lot either. I drive around it, going down a winding pathway to the back of the airport.
I don't stop the car until we're on the airfield, near the tarmac of a sleek black aircraft. A simple A is swirled on the side of the aircraft in shiny silver.
Eager to get out of the car, she opens the door before I can get to it and steps out of the car herself. I can see her face, trying to make sense of the series of events.
"We're flying on a private jet?" she asks.
"Yup."
"Why?"
Never been asked that before.
"Why not?" I ask. "It's mine. Might as well use it every once in a while."
13
MIA
I’ve never even dreamedof seeing a private plane in real life, let alone flying on one.
But as I enter the chill interior, greeted with warm polite flight attendants, it all feels so surreal. And I don't know if it's the plane, but I'm shaky on my feet too.
Luke must have sensed it because his hand creeps around my waist and even though logically, I know I should be throwing it off, I welcome it like a lifeline.
I also welcome the delicious thrill that dances over my skin, at his touch. Instead of focusing on that, I distract myself by glancing around at the plush leather seats and the elegant hued lights on each side. Luxury oozes from every corner of this private plane. Heck, even the hostess uniforms look expensive. And I feel very out of place.
Luke, of course, seems to be enjoying my dishevelment very much. I shoot him an annoyed glance as we sit down. “You could’ve warned me.”
He raises an amused eyebrow. “If I’d told you that I wanted to fly us out on a private jet to Portland for a night, would you have agreed to come with me?”
Probably not. But I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of proving him right. “Admit it. You just wanted to knock me off kilter."
“I can’t lie, watching your eyes bug out of your head was pretty funny," he says and laughs when I pick up a pillow by my chair and throw it at him. He doesn’t even flinch.
“Miss,” the hostess distracts me from my thoughts of revenge. “Sorry. I just wanted to ask if you wanted any wine. We have a fine selection.”
“No, thank you." I need all my wits together to keep up with whatever schemes Luke plans next.
The hostess nods politely and turns to Luke who raises two fingers. "Cabernet. Two glasses, please."
