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“Your highness, gents, would you please excuse me?”
“Of course, Rob,” the prince says.
“Say good night to Prince Neo and Uncle Bernie,” I prompt Matty.
“Good night, Prince Neo, good night, Uncle Bernie.”
“Good boy. Come on.”
I turn around politely. Once I’m past the Pentela, I get Matty to power-walk with me to escape the crowd, and then we scram to the helipad.
Amber-Rose looks tiny inside the white chopper. My whole body smiles, as if I have more than one pair of lips. Good for Wyatt—he’s switched off the propeller before she steps out. That man knows how to fly a lady.
When I asked Amber-Rose to come as my date, I didn’t think I was going to get this. I should’ve laid out a carpet from the chopper to the entrance. My God! Doesn’t she shimmer in that mini red dress? Her gorgeous brunette hair falls to her chest, and her fringe bounces as she switches her gaze between me and her steps.
“Is that Amber?” Matty looks on in disbelief.
“Yeah. It’s her.”
“She’s so beautiful.”
“I know, pal.”
Wyatt helps her down, kissing her hand when she reaches the ground. Amber says, “Thanks, Wyatt. I had a great flight. And thanks for the stories.”
“My pleasure,” Wyatt says.
Bless you, Amber-Rose.I’ve never seen the sixty-year-old pilot smile so wide after flying a girl.
“She’s all yours, Mr. Hartley.”
“Amber!” Matty runs to her.
“Hey, how are you?” She hugs him with one arm, while her other is hiding something behind her back.
“I’m alright. The party was so boring, though. But I’m going to fly with Wyatt.”
“Nice.”
“Be good, Matty!” I say as he boards the chopper. My brother gives me a funny face, and then waves at me.
I extend my hand to grab Amber-Rose’s waist, positioning her so she’s flush against me. I can’t wait a second longer.
She puts her arms around me and traps me in just as tightly. Of all the things I’ve held, she’s the only one that feels right, and rewarding. She is extraordinary—but she’s not impossible, because she’s here with me, in my arms.
“You scrub up well.” I appraise her from head to toe after we loosen our hug.
Her cheeks pink, her gaze examining my fashion statement. “You were serious when you said jeans and shirt?”
“You left me high and dry.” Once again I admire her in the spaghetti-strap dress. “I did get a few comments, though.”
“But you’re still handsome, and every bit a yachting boss. So I guess you got away with it?”
“They’re after discounts and I’m the only one authorized to do it, so they’ll look the other way.”
Her arms are still loosely hanging onto my neck. I feel something plushy and furry rubbing against my nape. “What have you got there?”
She releases her grip on me and produces a teddy bear. “I figured you wouldn’t need another bottle of champagne. So I brought this.”
