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“Will I see you in England?” I asked hesitantly.

He frowned. “I guess I haven’t told you yet. I’ve already spoken with Damian and Leo. Not only am I going, but I’m standing up for Damian as well. You and I can go together and take my jet.”

I was so happy that I had a very hard time not doing a fist pump.

This is what I’d wanted so much for Dylan and for his family.

I let out a sigh. “I’m so glad you’re all communicating again. But I already have a plane ticket, Dylan. Macy is going to have to fly over a little later than me, so I told her to take Damian’s offer of his jet. I’m the one who wanted to go earlier, so I just bought a ticket.”

“So, cancel it and get a refund,” he said.

“I’m not sure I can cancel it this late,” I replied. “But I can still go over with you if you want.”

“Who were you going to fly with?” he asked.

“Transatlantic Airlines. Who else? They have the best rates to the UK.”

He grinned as he put his empty plate on top of mine. “It’s rather convenient that I just so happen to own the airline, so a refund on your ticket won’t be an issue.”

I smiled back at him. “I guess I’m extremely lucky to know such a powerful man.”

Knowing Dylan the way that I did, sometimes it was hard to remember that all he had to do was send a one-line email, and the gigantic airline would be falling all over themselves to do whatever he wanted.

“I just wish you wanted to know me a lot more…intimately,” he said in a disgruntled tone. “How would you feel about hanging around here a few more days? You could show me around Newport Beach.”

I was silent for a moment, not sure what to say, before I finally answered, “I’d love that,” I admitted honestly. “But neither one of us has an office set up here.”

“I think we’ll manage for a few days,” he said. “I doubt ACM or Lancaster International is going to go belly up if we just check in by email for the next two days.”

I chewed on my bottom lip.

He was right, but that also meant we’d spend two more days constantly in each other’s company, which was probably dangerous.

On the other hand, when in the hell would I ever have the chance to spend two uninterrupted days with a guy like Dylan Lancaster? In a beachfront home like this one?

Throwing caution to the wind, I asked, “What would you like to do first?”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me into his lap. “You have no idea the multitude of things I’m capable of doing, woman,” he informed me in that fuck-me-baritone-with-a-British-accent that melted my damn panties.

I looked down at him, and my heart skittered when I saw the heated look in his eyes.

“Right now, I think I’d better get dressed before I decide to explore one of those things I think you’re probably very good at doing,” I said breathlessly.

“Fuck!” he cursed. “I hope your mind is thinking just as dirty as mine, and it’s my ability to make you come until you beg for mercy.”

“I’ve been thinking about that exact same thing since the moment I saw you standing here in the kitchen. There’s nothing hotter than a shirtless guy with an amazing body who is making me breakfast.”

“So are you saying that you’d have the same reaction to any man without a shirt who’s trying to feed you?” he questioned.

My heart started to race as I saw his disappointed expression.

What I’d thought was a joke was actually a serious question.

Jesus!How could a guy like Dylan Lancaster have any insecurities at all?

And why, the moment I saw any of those uncertainties, did I feel the need to make sure he never had a single one of them ever again?

Maybe because he let me see them in the first place?

“Not at all, handsome,” I reassured him. “It seems I prefer hot, brilliant, British men who send comfort blankets to animal shelters, whip up English pancakes, and make me feel like a sexual goddess.”

He looked relieved as he said, “Thank fuck for that, gorgeous, because I’d really hate to become a jealous prick.”

I sighed as he threaded his hands into my hair and pulled my head down to kiss me. Even though I knew he was joking, my heart stuttered just thinking about a scenario where Dylan never wanted to see me with anyone else.

It was a dangerous fantasy, so I brought my mind back to the real world, determined to enjoy every single second that he was temporarily all mine.

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