Page 86 of The Wife Situation

“Easton,” I whisper.

He places his hand on my back and leads me to the stairs. At the top, a beautiful flight attendant eagerly awaits.

I look over my shoulder as the driver unloads suitcases from the trunk, knowing Easton had this planned. Then, I move my attention to him, and he catches me staring. I find the strength to turn away and continue up the stairs.

“Hi, Ms. Matthews. Welcome aboard,” the blonde tells me.

I step inside and it’s like nothing I’ve ever imagined—a leather sitting area, a bar, and several luxury seats. There’s a door in the back, which is probably another room.

“Hi,” Easton says to the flight attendant behind me.

When his hand finds its home on my back, I relax. I sit, and he takes the one next to me.

“This is too much,” I tell him.

“For you, there isn’t a limit.”

I laugh. “You’re being ridiculous. Things that impress me, money can’t buy.”

“That’s something we can agree on,” he says matter-of-factly.

Not too long later, the private jet lifts off, and I watch Manhattan’s skyline fade through the large circular window.

The flight attendant brings us booze in glasses with ball-shaped ice.

“Will you tell me where we’re going?” I ask, taking a sip of the smooth drink.

“Hell no,” he says, checking his watch. “I’m not letting you ruin this.”

I should’ve expected that answer. As I watch the skyline disappear, I close the window shade and turn to him.

“I want to get to know you, the real you. Away from it all. Just me and you.”

“Why?” I drown in his blue eyes.

“I’m marrying you. I want to knowmy wife.” His voice drops.

My eyes slide down to his mouth, and that smirk might do me in this time. I follow the buttons down his shirt, which is rolled at the elbows, showing his tattoos.

“Can I ask you anything while we’re together?”

“No limits. I have nothing to hide from you.”

I tilt my head. “Youmightregret saying that.”

“Try me.” It sounds like a dare.

The cabin lights lower and I pull my gaze away from Easton’s perfect mouth, one that’s assuredly broken many hearts.

I want to know him, all of his secrets, and I’ll keep them until the end of time. I want to know what makes him tick, what he dreams about, and what makes him happy. Everything. Because right now, this man is an enigma.

“You should get comfortable,” he tells me, lifting the armrest between us.

When he opens his arms, I hesitate.

“You think sleeping on stone is comfy?”

His laugh floats through the air, and it’s contagious.

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