Page 7 of First Kiss
“Oh god!” I squealed and nearly broke my nails as I dug them deep into the leather on the harness.
“That’s the worst of it—just a little bump.” Bradley’s voice was reassuring, but it didn’t do much to quell the panic.
Yeah, this is more like a million little bumps.
I started to relax a little bit as I got used to the speed of the jet, but the lingering worry didn’t go away. I was zooming across the entire country faster than the speed of sound in a tin box. It might have been fun if I had more time to prepare myself, but everything happened o quickly that I was still trying to make sense of it all in my head.
Bradley gota call from General Briggs about an hour into our flight, and the President wasn’t happy, but we weren’t going to be shot down—that was a relief. They made arrangements for Bradley to land the jet at an Air Force base in Los Angeles. Once that call was done, Bradley placed a call to his limousine driver and asked him to have a car waiting—one that would take us to a New Year’s Eve party.
He’s going to do it. He’s going to get me to Los Angeles before the clock strikes midnight.
So that he can kiss me…
Holy crap.
I might not have been in love, but I was indeed impressed. Any guy that would go to that much trouble had more than earned a kiss midnight—but then another worry started to rise inside me.
What if hewants more than a kiss?
