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ks would deploy from. If this plane goes down I want to know exactly where I need to be. The ‘fasten seatbelt’ light goes off and a voice says something about cruising altitude. I don’t move, fin

ave that much

voice says. An slightly famili

etches tight across his broad chest and shoulders. He stares at me, cocking his head to the side, causing a lock of his dark hair to flop across his forehead. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his well-worn black jeans, which encase long and powerful l

eautiful, so it’s acceptable. Kind of. Not really. Just creepy. A bout of turbulence hits and his impressive frame is barely jar

scared,”

this point I want him to go away. I try really hard to tell him that, but it only c

ha

from it, but with the plane crashing I have to maintain my grip on my seat—the cushion is a flotation device. I s

y n

ving, but I feel obligated to answer since I bas

, then leans forward and bares his teeth, the corners of his

hell was t

he mumbles, his chee

ried to make them warmer by . . . smiling? That definitely was not a smile. My niece tends to be grumpy from time to time and when we try

Cali. I would shake your han

her. A bright smile flashes on her face, no chipped teeth, and she reaches out to touch his arm as she as

No ice,” I tell her. Clearly I’

into the vacant seat next to me. T

ength, brown hair as her smile falters, bu

thing else yo

awkward moment her eyes cut to me. Her lips pucker and she glares at me before turning and moving away. What the hell was that, Tabith

u’re safe,” he says and pla

ts me. That shouldn’t be happening. Red flag. I snatch my hand away, tighten my seatb

o take a vacation and he’ll come in time. He’ll decide this wasn’t a huge mistake and he really wants to marry me because really, he asked me. It’s not like I forced him or anything like that. He

and the calming effect is almost instant. Unless, of course, you count the coughing fit that immediately follows. “More,” I wheeze out as I pass the glasses back to the now shocked—and possibly appalled—Tabitha. Leaning forward I cough some more. Geez, that’s strong. A warm palm lands on my back and proceeds to rub gently. He doesn’t utter a word

probably sip

lcohol doing wonderful things to my brai

rew him. Screw Colin. And just for kicks, screw Smiley-pants. Screw it all. Bottoms up, bitches! I gulp down the ne

e asks, that annoyingly pe

his bidding. Pretty sure I hate her and my alcoh

wedding?

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