Holy crap.This has to be a mega yacht.

“No, I can’t say I have.” My leg bounces under the table.

Diego reaches across and takes my hand. “You have, but you don’t remember. You weren’t exactly…coherent. Don’t be nervous. I’ll be right next to you. Once you realize how beautiful the view is, you won’t pay attention to the size, or see it as any different than a regular flight.

I scowl at him. The empty spots in my memory are from being drugged by this asshole. “I sure hope so,” I mumble.

“Do you get seasick?”

“Now you ask me?” I ask incredulously. “When I’ll be on a damn yacht with you for the next few months.”

“When would you have liked for me to ask? When I told you that you weren’t coming with me or when you threw a tantrum and demanded to come along?”

I sip my coffee to hide my smile. “I did not throw a tantrum.”

“Oh really? So standing up and slamming your hands on the table isn’t a tantrum? You’ve got quite the temper,Mariposita.”

“Says the pot calling the kettle black. And to answer your question, I haven’t been on ayachtbefore. I wouldn’t know.”

“Well, I guess we will find out.”

“I guess we will.” I’msootempted to stick my tongue out at him, but that would only help prove him right.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” he says more gently. His topaz blue eyes shimmer as they make contact with mine.

“Thank you,” I whisper. Butterflies start to swarm my stomach as the plane begins its descent. It’s totally the reason for their coincidental arrival and nothing to do with him calling me beautiful.

“Lying again?”I can almost hear Diego’s voice questioning me.Get out of my head, Ocean Eyes.

The flight attendant comes back toward us and rests her hand on Diego’s shoulder. “Mr. De La Cruz, we will be landing now, please make sure you and your guest remain seated.”

“Will do, Red,” he replies, maintaining eye contact with me.

I’m the first to break, looking down at his phone which glows with a text message from Selena.

Selena

I mean it Diego, don’t fuck with her head! She’s not like your other women. Your little playthings. She deserves someone who wants to stick around–not someone who wants to stick their dick in her for a few weeks before moving on to the next woman. Leave Madison and Liam’s relationship alone. Don’t fucking meddle. Killian said Liam

The screen goes dark before I can read the rest of what she wrote. Killian said Liam what?!

Diego grabs his phone, reads the message, then places it in his jeans pocket. His brow furrows and his mood sours almost instantly.

The jet touches down on the runway, jolting me forward and banging my knees into his under the table. He doesn’t respond or joke, just silently looks out the window as the jet slows to a stop.

“Welcome to Mykonos,Mariposita,” he says dryly.

Since being back homein New York, everything feels off. This house feels emptier than I care to admit—considering the love of my life is here with me. And not just for a reunion with an unknown expiration date. I mean Selena is here for good.

This is our second chance.

Despite that, without Madison and Liam around, it feels…eerily…quiet. Of course, my men and staff are around, but it’s just not the same. The emptiness I’m describing is due to a lack of sarcasm, lightness, and banter.Thatis what I miss most.

Selena believes I was taking a risk sending Madison to Greece with Diego. At the very least she feels Liam should be there with her, that perhaps I was acting too harshly by sending him to Ireland.

And I was.

Liam doesn’t know that though. He probably damn well hates me right now for being so hypocritical. It just about killed me sending Madison with Diego. That being said, it’s the only way formyplan to work out.