Christian opens my door—and rather than stepping back to give me room to
climb out, he leans in and lifts me.
Whoa!
“What are you doing?” I squeak.
“Carrying you over the threshold,” he says.
“Oh.” Isn’t that supposed to be at home?
He carries me effortlessly up the steps, and Taylor follows with my small
suitcase. He lea一ves it on the threshold of the plane before
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returning to the Audi. Inside the cabin, I recognize Stephan, Christian’s pilot,
in his uniform.
“Welcome aboard, sir, Mrs. Grey.” He grins at us both. Christian puts me
down and shakes Stephan’s hand. Beside Stephan stands a dark-haired
woman in her what? Early thirties? She’s also in uniform.
“Congratulations to you both,” Stephan continues.
“Thank you, Stephan. Anastasia, you know Stephan. He’s our captain today,
and this is First Officer Beighley.”
She blushes as Christian introduces her and blinks rapidly. I want to roll my
eyes. Another female completely captivated by my toohandsome-for-hisown-
good husband.
“Delighted to meet you,” gushes Beighley. I smile kindly at her. After all—he
is mine.
“All preparations complete?” Christian asks them both as I glance around the
cabin. The interior is all pale maple wood and pale cream leather. It’s lovely.
Another young woman in uniform stands at the other end of the cabin—a very
pretty brunette. Who the hell is that?
“We ha一ve the all clear. Weather is good from here to Boston.”
Boston?
“Turbulence?”
“Not before Boston. There’s a weather front over Shannon that might give us
a rough ride.”
Shannon? Ireland?
“I see. Well, I hope to sleep through it all,” says Christian matter-offactly.
Sleep?
“We’ll get underway, sir,” Stephan says. “We’ll lea一ve you in the capable care
of Natalia, your flight attendant.” Christian glances in her direction and
frowns, but turns to Stephan with a smile.
“Excellent,” he says. Taking my hand, he leads me to one of the sumptuous
leather seats. There must be about twelve of them in total.
“Sit,” h
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