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“I always do.”

“I got you the shoes for the date…” Licking his lips, he bypassed me and reached back into the car. Opening his glovebox, he pulled out a small velvet-covered box. “But when I was on my way from a meeting, I saw this and thought of you.” Popping it open, he presented it to me.

I gasped at the white-gold bangle with the twisted hook clasp. “Russ. This is beautiful. Thank you.”

“You like it?”

Ripping my eyes away from it, I stared up at him. “I love it.”

“Good.” He took the bracelet from the box and clasped it around my wrist. “Because it looks good on you.”

“Yes, it does. And it goes with almost everything.” Lacing my fingers with his, I gazed up at him. “You know what else looks good on me?”

“Everything.”

Grinning, I let him lead me toward an entrance. “You better stop flirting with me.”

His eyes danced and the excitement was teeming from his body. “Let’s go.” As we approached a door, he shook his head. “Oh, let me tip extra for the ride since you pulled that abduction stunt.”

I laughed. “He knew I was joking. If he didn’t, I would’ve immediately told him that I was a willing participant in anything having to do with you.” I checked him out. “I’m ready and willing, you hear me? Ready… and willing.”

He adjusted himself. “You better stop teasing me,” he warned.

“Or what?”

I saw his eyes flash.

He opened the door to allow me to enter first, but he caught me by my waist before I could breeze by him. “Remember this moment,” he whispered, sending a chill down my spine.

“Welcome to Sky High Tours!” a young woman greeted us, stealing my attention. “How can I help you?”

My skin was still heated from Russ’s warning, and since my mind was consumed with nasty thoughts, it took me a second to realize we weren’t in a random warehouse. We were in a hangar.

I gasped.

I wasn’t completely sure what was going on, but I felt excited. I loved the beauty, the colors, the perfection of the sky. And my intuition was telling me I was going to see it up close.

“Yes, we have reservations for seven forty-five,” Russ replied.

She checked the papers in her hand. “Mr. Long and Ms. Ford?”

“Yes.”

“Follow me. I’ll get you to Bruce.”

Two women who looked like they’d just had the ride of their lives were speaking to a man dressed similarly to the employee in front of us. There was someone working in a small office to the sideand a couple sitting on a leather couch outside of that office. And since the big sliding doors on the opposite side of the building were opened, I saw a helicopter parked in the distance.

“… and the couple with the seven thirty reservation is getting briefed and will be taking off shortly,” she continued. “You can have a seat on the couch they just vacated. Bruce will be with you shortly with your forms.”

“I got them right here,” an older man announced, coming up to us from the side, waving clipboards in the air. “I just need you to fill out these forms and then we can get you squared away.” He looked me up and down before handing me my clipboard. “Have you read the rules and requirements?”

“I haven’t yet, but I will,” I assured him.

“I’ve read them and made sure we were in accordance before I paid for the experience,” Russ said firmly.

His curt tone caught my attention. I glanced up at him.

“Very well. We may have to verify,” the older gentleman stated before turning on his heels and scurrying away.

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