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“What does all this mean? Because if you put any more restrictions on me, I’m not kidding, Daws, I’m gonna lose it.”
“There will likely be additional security measures in place, yes. Round the clock. And we’ll have to vet your partners with twenty-four hours’ notice.”
He shook his head. “Jesus, I might as well write ‘out of business’ on my ass.”
I pulled out a pen and handed it to him.
Iain was not amused.
CHAPTER 6
IAIN
FRANCE
“Iain, wake up. You’re going to miss breakfast.”
The deep rumble of a familiar voice teased my ear.
I blinked and found myself face-to-face with Dawson. Or rather, my cheek was squished against his massive shoulder. His green eyes were amused for a change. I liked it when he got that wicked glint in his eye. It was rare, but it changed his entire face.
And turned a handsome man into something so stunning my breath caught.
Fuck, no, it’s Dawson. Stop thinking about him that way.
Breakfast. And then I realized that I fell asleep on him—all night.
Why did that feel so fucking good?
Probably because he ran hot, and the air in this plane was freezing cold.
Instead of leaning away like I should have, I burrowed my face back into him and closed my eyes again. God, his smell—man sweat and the hint of a spicy soap—was amazing. He never wore cologne, and I was a fan.
Dawson grunted, but I couldn’t tell if it was a good one or a bad one. Knowing him, knowing me, probably the latter.
“Iain, we’re landing in an hour. Do you want coffee?”
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes again and eased myself from his person.
“Oh, yeah.”
Dawson motioned for the cabin steward. I mumbled my breakfast order, a latte with lots of brown sugar and an omelet, and shook my head, trying to wake up.
I looked around and noticed everyone else was already eating and talking. And not paying us any particular attention.
I shivered and grabbed the fleece blanket that the steward had placed over me and pulled it tighter around my body.
The last thing I remember from last night was Dawson reaming me out for not telling him sooner about those stupid messages. Then we bickered, and I closed my eyes for a moment… I guess I fell asleep. Strange, since I rarely slept on airplanes.
Even at home, I was restless.
Maybe it was the relief of finally telling him about those texts. Or maybe it was something else…
Memories of last night floated through my mind. Dawson had been talking to his son, and I overheard my name. The next thing I knew, I’d sat beside him and introduced myself to his family. My nosy brain just wouldn’t let up.
There was something about glimpsing a part of Dawson I’d never seen before that had me finally spilling my guts. The guy rarely smiled or laughed, and I admit, watching him talk to his son, the look of unmistakable happiness on his face, it made my stomach swoop.
Or maybe I was just reacting to air turbulence.
