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Presley pulleddown her to-go bag for trips to the island. The clothes she wore over there tended to be a little different than her home wear, so it was just easier to keep it packed.
“Are you sure you don’t want any breakfast?”
“Hmm?” Vance looked up from her small desk. He’d been up since daybreak, doing something on her computer from the store and making terse phone calls.
All he wore were his boxers and a frown. She wasn’t used to the frown. Nor was she used to him in work mode. It was strangely fascinating to watch. His dark brows were much lower and he had mangled at least two pencils in the last three hours.
“Breakfast?”
He shook his head. “We’ll get something on the plane.”
She came up behind him and slid her hands over his shoulders. She brushed her cheek against his. “Airline food is inedible.”
The distant and furrowed brow smoothed as he caught her mouth in a sweet kiss. “Not my airline food.”
“Did you name the plane?”
“Does RX-298 count?”
She laughed. “No. I don’t think your tail number counts as a name.”
“Well, the service makes up for it. You’ll like Melissa.”
“Melissa?”
“Yeah, she’s my assistant.”
“Oh. I didn’t know you had one.”
“She keeps me from making stupid investments and takes care of the drudgery of my money management.”
“Wow, must be nice.”
“I hate it, so I had to find someone that wouldn’t rip me off. Remember, I was a dumb kid when I got the money. She’s helped me grow what I had and not lose it all like a lot of the dot-com people out there.”
She looped her arms around his neck and tucked her chin on top of his head. He really did have a decent head on his shoulders. Until today, she truly thought Vance lived a life of easy luxury.
Maybe that really wasn’t the case.
When he slid back into whatever was busily scrolling by on the screen, she squeezed his shoulders and returned to her packing. Ten minutes later, she had her bag packed and toiletries tucked into her bag.
For once she didn’t have to worry about weight distribution or a carry-on. Heck, she didn’t even have to worry about making sure her lotions were under the baggie size limit.
She slipped into a sundress and topped it with a cap sweater so she wouldn’t burn.
“Five-minute warning.”
He turned, a pencil between his teeth. “Okay, I’ll just—wow.”
She shrugged. “Island clothes.”
He stood up. “I like island clothes.”
“Down boy. Save it for our destination.” She detoured into the bathroom to make sure she didn’t forget anything.
Vance followed her in. He caged her in against the counter. She met his gaze in the mirror. His hair was still wet from his shower and curling along his neck. His wide shoulders making her look like a midget. She never looked small. She was five feet six without heels. But this man made her feel positively petite.
He pulled her little sweater aside and dropped a kiss on her shoulder.
