Five months later…Cassie drank her second vodka cranberry while relaxing in a cozy leather chair in the Colleen Aviation waiting area. She was an anxious flier to begin with, so the fact that she was attempting to disrupt Nathan's wedding one week before the big day added to her anxiety. She drank two vodkas—one to calm her worries about what she was about to do to Nathan and the other to prevent panic when she was thirty thousand feet in the air speeding through the ether in a tin can. She wasn't simply anxious when she flew; she actually detested flying and tried to avoid it at all costs. Driving the eight hundred miles to the wedding was not an option, but Colleen Aviation, a relatively new client, had offered her first-class seats on one of their brand-new domestic commercial flights. If she didn't feel like she was crammed in like livestock on the way to the slaughtered, perhaps she would like flying more. Her empty glass was removed from the little table in front

She clutched to his palm as the jet started to taxi, despite the heat in his fingers causing a visceral reaction in her rebellious body. You really dislike flying, do you? He questioned as he sent a worried gaze her way. She gave a headshake. "We as human beings were never meant to be flung through the air with such careless abandon," the guy said, referring to flying as "some kind of evil magic spawned by Satan." He laughed when his shocked lips fell open. A grin pulled at her lips as she watched him laugh so loudly at something she said. It wasn't simply a polite chuckle. He corrected her by saying, "First of all, it's physics, not magic, and I believe the Wright brothers would take offense to being called the spawn of Satan." She acquiesced, "Maybe, but I stand by the conviction that if we were meant to fly, we would've been born with wings." Do you view all modes of transportation with the same amount of disdain, or simply air travel? Just air travel, although I do h

Cassie was blue. He had been emailing back and forth with Cassie Smith, the goddamn PR account manager, for months. He had been losing his mind since he couldn't find her even though she had been there the entire time. Fuck. Would only he had known her name. However, wasn't that the purpose of that evening? Because his filthy stepbrother had hurt her, she had wanted to bury herself in anonymous sex. What a mess, by God. Before things became more difficult, he ought to have left at this point. To gaze at her, he turned his head. Her long, black lashes were resting on her lovely, flawless cheeks as she slept off on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed. The pulse in her throat beat steadily, reminding him of what it felt like to have his mouth there. Her mouth was slightly parted, and her full bottom lip begged to be kissed. Fuck. He could not possibly leave this woman alone. There was no way he could live the rest of his life without another taste of her because h

She followed him to a large, hefty Chrysler with dark-tinted windows and a dazzling chrome grill. Before unlocking the door for her, he opened the trunk and loaded her things. As soon as she climbed into the passenger seat, buttery leather engulfed her. Despite being an unattractive corporate car, it was really comfy. He turned to face her as he climbed into the driver's seat and grinned. He acknowledged that it was pompous, but the clients were impressed. That was understandable, of course, it was. She simply smiled and nodded as she watched him drive the tank of a car onto the freeway and out of the parking lot. She shakily said, "So, Nathan, what did you have to talk to me about?" Oh, okay, I almost forgot, he said. He gave her a fleeting glance. "I have a big favor to ask of you." She said, "Oh, sure," feeling let down that it wasn't the proclamation of love she had anticipated. "Anything." He said, "One of Ainsley's bridesmaids pulled out." "I don't recall the specifics, b

Brian entered the lobby of Oceans Resort precisely at seven and promptly stopped in his tracks. Blue stood there waiting for him, her hair a tumble of rose gold curls down her back. Up until now he had only ever seen her in a dress or nothing at all, but tonight she was wearing skinny jeans and nude heels that made her arse and her legs look mouthwatering, like, seriously. His mouth literally watered at the sight of them. Don't get the wrong idea, she’d looked great in a dress, and amazing naked, but in tight jeans that cupped her arse like a lover’s hands? He was already hard as a rock just from the sight and all he wanted to do was to walk up behind her and rub the evidence of his arousal over those perfect, plump cheeks. But he didn’t. He did walk up behind her though, and lifted his hand to move her thick hair to the side and over her opposite shoulder so he could press a soft, lingering kiss to the tender skin under her ear. He felt her stiffen and then relax against h