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Now, Medici’s manning his helicopter while I sit in the co-pilot's seat.
To my great joy, he happened to have a pair of spare clothes inpetitesize and a cozy blanket to keep me warm.
The clothes have rainbows and teddies on them—which I love.
Snuggling in the blanket, I feel the rumble of the chopper engine under my ass as I inhale Medici’s scent.
Medici taps the microphone on his headset. "Can you hear me?"
I adjust the headset he gave me after we climbed in. "Aye aye, Captain."
"We’ll head to Italy. You’ll recuperate at my Nonna’s home in Sicily."
Visions of crystal blue water, olive trees, deliciouscornetti,and exquisite cappuccinos flutter through my mind.
After Ryder, Cyan, and Enzo traveled there without me last week, I researched everything I could about the magical island.
The internet is your best friend when it comes to traveling to new places.
Sometimes, you learn so much that you don't even need to go in person.
Italy. Is. Different.
One listen to the birdcalls a nature explorer captured on Mount Etna—one look at the sea—one glimpse of the pastries and baked goods that define the region—put that magical land on my bucket list forever.
I crook a brow. "I didn’t bring my passport."
"Tell me how that’s possible."
"I was kidnapped, asshole."
Medici glares at me. "Everyone should keep their passport on them at all times. You never know when you’ll need it."
I bark out a growl. "Listen, buddy. I’m not aninternational man of mysterylike you."
"You should still have your travel documents—or at least a photo of them on your phone."
I smack my forehead. "My kidnappersstolemy phone. I’m not sure why this is so tough to understand."
Medici tugs an aluminum can ofsomethingout of a refrigerated compartment. "You’re driving me to drink."
Un. Believe. Able.
"No drinking while flying," I grit out. God, I can’t believe I have to say this.
He cracks open the can. "It’s an iced cappuccino. Calm down."
"Give me a sip."
He shakes his head. "You’re wound up enough. You don't need caffeine."
"I’m starving and thirsty as hell—I want a sip of coffee."
Medici growls as he turns to me. With the hand that’s not gripping the helicopter steering controls, he ticks my head up. "Mouth off to me again and see what happens."
I try to gulp in air. Stay calm. Not come again.
It’s hard. As. Hell.One sentencefrom this man turns me into a quivering ball of horniness.
