Page 39 of Daddy's Little Farmer

“You, too. Are you ready to go?” Marcus asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you have any luggage?”

“No, we had Porter take it with them.”

“All right then, the things you requested are on the table in front of your chair. We can go whenever you’re ready. I’ll be waiting by the plane.”

Marcus walked off before he looked down at Mara. She clutched his hand so tight he thought he’d have marks on his hands.

“What’s bothering you, honey?”

“I’ve never flown.”

“Don’t worry. Marcus is the best. He’ll get us home safe.”

They got to the steps where Marcus was waiting.

She took a step up. “You have a nice plane, Marcus.”

“Oh…”

Rafael shook his head. He’d have to give her time to get used to his lifestyle. He was going to take his time. She’d find out it was his plane eventually.

He got them situated and her strapped in while Marcus closed the plane’s hatch and then went past the curtain into the cockpit.

She jumped when Marcus came over the intercom stating the wind direction and the time it would take to get them home. She gasped when the engine started. She reached for his hand and gripped it tightly when it started moving.

He leaned over. “I’ll say it as many times as I have to. Trust me, baby.”

She looked at him, relaxed, and nodded.

Jesus, what that did to him when she put her control in his hands.

The flight was uneventful, and Mara even looked out the window most of the time. When they landed on his private airstrip, he was thrilled to be home but also frightened because he didn’t know how she would react.

He wanted it to be an easy transition for her, but he feared it might take a while. Not that he was giving her up.

Chapter Twenty

Mara breathed a sigh of relief when the plane landed and came to a stop. Marcus came out from the front of the plane, opened the hatch, and walked down the steps. Rafael had worked on his computer the whole time, but it had been less than a two-hour flight.

Rafael went down the steps and reached up for her hand to help her down. She looked around. It was the same as the other airport but fancier. A dark car was in front of them with a man standing by an open door.

She turned to the pilot. “Thank you for a nice flight. It was my very first one.”

Marcus smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He looked at Rafael. “I’ll grab your things, sir.”

“Thank you, Marcus.”

Rafael took her hand and walked her over to the man by the car.

“Jorge, this is Mara. She will be living with me. Honey, I want you to meet Jorge. If you want to go anywhere, he’ll drive you.”

“What if he’s busy?” she asked.

Jorge cleared his throat.

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