Page 7 of Her Kensington
“Now?” Her face drops.
“Right now. It’ll be there for when we get back.” Her eyes flicker with something I can’t read, but she soon covers it with a smile.
“Come on, let’s go eat—and then we’ve got a flight to catch.”
“Are you really not going to tell me where we’re going?”
“Nope. But I’m pretty sure you’re going to love it.”
“I don’t doubt that.”
I can see all the questions building up behind Summer’s eyes every time she looks at me and the dread in my stomach only increases as I think about having to tell her the truth about my life. I should have told her before I allowed our relationship to get this far, but my fear that it would scare her off was too high. Not that I really think a couple of wedding bands will be enough to keep her when she does find out. I just wish I knew how to tell her that I have a past that will inevitably affect our future.
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“I probably should have mentionedthat I’ve never flown before,” Summer whispers as I walk her into the business lounge at McCarran International. Her excitement from finding out we’re going to be spending a week in Greece has started depleting as her nerves grow.
“You’ve never flown?”
“No. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up so we didn’t really have holidays. I only have a passport because I’ve always dreamt of going to Europe one day.”
My heart hurts for her that she hasn’t experienced this before. I know I’ve lived a privileged life thanks to our family business, and I’m grateful for everything I’ve had. Excitement tingles in my stomach as I think about all the things I get to experience for the first time with Summer, all the things I can introduce her to.
“What’s that smile for?” she asks as I pull her over to the floor to ceiling windows and drop down onto the giant leather sofa.
“Just thinking about everything I have to show you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I know you’re not interested in my money, but that doesn’t mean your life’s not about to change.”
She nods, deep in thought, before focusing her attention out of the window. “They’re much bigger in real life. How do they stay in the sky?” she asks, changing the subject.
“No idea,” I answer honestly, turning to her. One glance and it’s clear she’s more apprehensive about her first flight and her future than she’s trying to let on.
“Summer, are you scared?”
“No. No, of course not.”
“Really?” My lips twitch up in a smile at the look on her face.
“I’ve just never been up that high before.”
“I promise to keep you safe,” I say, leaning over and running my nose along the shell of her ear. “I’ve got so many ideas about how I could distract you.”
The sound of her quiet moan makes my cock twitch. We’ve got a long flight ahead of us. I really don’t need to be getting ideas about the Mile High Club.
