Page 41 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

I looked at him. “You have your own plane?” I knew the question was unnecessary since it was plain as day.

“Yes. It will be much faster this way,” he answered.

“Well, Kristoff. You should offer your plane to your mom and her friends to go to Croatia,” I said because really what could a person say to someone that owned their own airplane.

“I did,” was all he said. His hand on my lower back, he urged me on into the plane.

Inside, the plane was luxurious and stylish. I sat down into a soft, leather seat in the middle of the cabin as Kristoff took his seat across from me. The powerful jet engines started up and we softly taxied forward and then came to a stop, prepared for takeoff.

I looked out the window as we were speeding down the runway and then glanced at Kristoff. His life is so different from mine. We couldn’t even compare. Whatever what ifs I had until that moment flew out of the window. I don’t belong in his world, and he sure as hell doesn’t belong in mine.

“Gemma, are you alright?”

I put a smile on my face and looked at those beautiful green eyes. “Yes, I am great.”

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