nd. Of course—my
husband has a jet. How could I forget? His hand continues to skim up my
body, lifting my nightdress as it goes, and soon I’ve forgotten everything.
Taylor drives us onto the tarmac at Sea-Tac and around to where the GEH
jet is waiting. It’s a gray day in Seattle, but I refuse to let the weather dampen
my soaring spirits. Christian is in a much better mood—he’s excited about
something; lit up like Christmas, and twitching like a small boy with a big
secret. I wonder what scheme he’s dreamed up. He looks dreamy—all
tousled hair, white T-shirt and black jeans—not CEO-like at all today. He
takes my hand as Taylor glides to a stop at the foot of the jet steps.
“I ha一ve a surprise for you,” he murmurs and kisses my knuckles. I grin at him.
“Good surprise?”
“I hope so.” He smiles warmly.
Hmm . . . what can it be?
Sawyer leaps out from the front and opens my door. Taylor opens Christian’s
then retrieves our cases from the trunk. Stephan is waiting at the top of the
stairs when we enter the aircraft. I glance into the cockpit to see First Officer
Beighley flipping switches on the imposing instrument panel.
Christian and Stephan shake hands. “Good morning, sir.” Stephan beams at
Christian.
“Thanks for doing this at such short notice.” Christian grins back at him. “Our
guests here?”
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“Yes sir,” Stephan replies.
Guests? I turn and gasp. Kate, Elliot, Mia, and Ethan are all seated in the
cream leather seats, smiling at us. Wow! My eyes whip to Christian’s.
“Surprise!” he says.
“How? When? Who?” I mumble inarticulately, trying to contain my delight and
elation.
“You said you didn’t see enough of your friends.” He shrugs and gives me a
lopsided, apologetic smile.
“Oh, Christian, thank you.” I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him hard
in front of everyone. He puts his hands on my hips, hooking his thumbs
through the belt loops of my jeans, and deepens the kiss.
Oh my.
“Keep this up and I’ll drag you into the bedroom,” he murmurs.
“You w
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