Page 40 of Where We Met

She nods. "Yep. I only got three hours like you told me."

"Good. It's near nine in Tuscany right now. Let's try to get some sleep so we're ready to go when we land."

I stand up and move to the back of the plane. The two couches are both large and extremely comfortable, so I've never had a problem getting decent sleep on them. I open the drawers beneath them and pull out blankets and pillows.

"Here." I hand her a sleep mask. "It'll block that light out and help you get to sleep sooner."

"Thanks," she says, taking it from my hand.

We both put them on top of our heads while we get ourselves comfortable on the couches. When I move to my side, she's in the same position, watching me intently.

"Hey, Luke," she whispers.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for all of this. It's already the best trip of my life."

My heart beats rapidly in my chest.

"You're welcome, princess."

I pull my mask down and do my best to nod off, but it doesn’t happen without a few dirty thoughts of the woman lying next to me.

Chapter Fourteen

Savannah

Adingingnoisewakesme from my sleep. My bed feels different than I remember as I move around, trying to get comfortable. The noise sounds again, and I sit up. Am I wearing a sleep mask? What the hell—then it clicks. I'm on the plane. Correction: I'm on Luke’s private jet.

I can't believe his company has this kind of money. I could tell by how he dressed and what he wore that he was wealthy, but I never imagined it was this level of wealth.

I pull my mask away and look over, expecting to see Luke’s sleeping form, but instead, I only find an empty couch. No pillow or blanket in sight on his side.

A throat clears, and I glance around until I see him sitting in the chair we took off in. He's leaning back with his long, thick legs spread apart, wearing a devastating grin.

"Morning," he says as his face rests on his hand. "Welcome to Italy, princess."

"We're here?" I get up and join him.

"Should be starting our descent soon. They're just preparing our breakfast now."

Maria and Rylee come out moments later holding a large tray of food that I can already smell from here.

They turn the small table between Luke and me into a full one, then proceed to lay out food and coffee for us. There's fresh fruit and pastries that look to die for. My eyes survey the selections in front of me, not sure what to choose.

"I'd go for the Amalfi lemon cornetto. It’s made with fresh lemons from the Amalfi coast. Cornettos are just Italian's play on a French croissant. In Italy, they make them slightly differently and fill them with different flavors. You'll get used to eating these as your breakfast with an Americano or espresso if you want to fit in with the natives."

As if on cue, my stomach rumbles at that. Even his description of the treat is like a food orgasm. I reach for the lemon cornetto and put it on my plate. Luke grabs the coffee carafe and holds it up.

"Coffee?" he asks.

"Please," I say, and he pours me a cup. "You know I can’t resist a cup of coffee.”

I bite into the lemon pastry, anddamn,is it good! A little of the lemon curd gets stuck on my lip, so I lick it off, not wanting to waste a single drop. I close my eyes and enjoy the tang of the lemon and the sweetness of the dough. When I open them back up, Luke's eyes are sharp and assessing. I can't quite figure out what he's thinking, but there seems to be a hint of anger around him.

He grumbles something under his breath, but I'm too consumed by my food to care. I'm in Italy—well, flying into Italy—and eating amazing food already. I don't think there's much that can get me down.

The food and drinks are all cleared, and the table is put away as the plane starts to descend. I'm sitting excitedly in my seat as I look out the window. The ground gets closer and closer to us, inching me toward paradise. My hands are folded in my lap, and excited energy wants to burst out of me.

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