Page 121 of Sin City Lights

Adam suspected Erik had something else to chase. He grinned at the thought. This could get very interesting.

“OK. I’ll try to get there Friday. Want me to bring anything?”

He asked as a formality. Jannie was a control freak and always wanted to do everything herself.

“I do, yeah.” A pause.“Bring that hot girl you’re seeing.”

Adam blinked.“What?”

“You heard me. We all want to meet the girl who finally melted your glacier of a heart.”

“Who told you—”

“Can’t say. My source is confidential.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered.

“Language, Adam!” Jannie imitated their mother’s chastising tone so well, he had to laugh.

“I can’t bring her. She’s… It isn’t serious.”

“Too bad. I’ve already told Mom and Dad. They’re excited, and you have to bring her.”

Adam gave a noncommittal grunt.“See you next week, Freak.”

•

He’d never been nervous before a family get-together.

Adam did a last quick scan of the open sky, undid his harness, and extricated himself from the cockpit.“I’ll be right back.”

As usual, he cursed the engineers, who thought only of the passengers when allocating legroom on these planes.

A knowing smirk curled Devon’s lips.“Can I come watch?”

Adam growled.“Sick bastard.”

Devon guffawed.“Have fun.”

Adam was tempted to throw the headset at him. Instead, he tossed it to his seat, exiting the cockpit and sliding the doors firmly shut, then headed swiftly to the back in search of Eve. Nothing could de-stress him like having her writhing underneath him, and the tension caused by this upcoming visit with his family had kept him on edge for days.

He’d set up the bed in the back, just in case. He’d never been able to forget that time, flying to the Caymans. He aimed to fulfill her every dream, including that one, and now, he was really hoping she would want to.

He found her with her killer legs crossed, a study guide open in her lap. Her brown eyes immediately lighted with that glow he saw every time their eyes met, but he glimpsed a touch of concern.“Aren’t you supposed to be in the front, flying the plane?”

He grinned at her.“Nah. George is.”

Her delicate brows furrowed.“George?”

“It’s what we call the autopilot. Don’t worry. Devon is up there too.”

He watched as she relaxed, her beautiful eyes searching his face.

She’d dressed for Florida in a pale green halter dress printed with palm leaves, and he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. He zoomed in onthe V at her cleavage, and then his gaze flicked to her lips, painted with light pink gloss. Her small feet were encased in white wedge sandals, toenails pink instead of her usual red.

She looked fresh as a peach, and his pants were getting tighter by the second.

He leaned down, one hand on each armrest. She raised her pretty face, and he took her soft, sweet lips. She tasted of her strawberry lip gloss. The whine of the turbines was nothing compared to the sound of the blood rushing to his head and pounding in his ears.

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