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MEANING: FLY WITH ME; LOVE
OCEAN
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Iwasn’t sure why I thought we were going to the normal airport to get on a plane. In my head I’d thought we would fly first class in those cool little pods you could shut and sleep in.
What I hadn’t imagined—though I should have—was the scene straight out of a movie as Jon pulled the car up on the tarmac near a sleek private jet. “You’re sure this is the right place?”
Jon didn’t even have to answer, because Everett stepped out of the plane and came down the stairs. But the driver chuckled. “Looks like it.”
“Thank you, Jon.”
“Have a good trip, Mrs. DuPont.”
My breath went short. That wasn’t my legal name, but every time I heard it, a little thrill went through me. Because it was an acknowledgment that I belonged here with them. “I will.”
Everett smiled. Easy, casual, and just for me. He held out a hand and pulled me in when I took it, kissing me hello. “Ready to go, nymph?”
“I thought we were going to the real airport.”
He laughed. “This is a real airport.”
I swatted his arm as he guided me toward the stairs. “You know what I mean. I expected first class. Not a private jet.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“I’m not, I?—”
We stepped through the door, and… wow. It was gorgeous. All white leather and dark wood, plush chairs outfitted with seatbelts, and what looked like a bedroom in the back. A woman in a uniform poured glasses of champagne in a kitchen area.
Cameron stepped out of the bedroom with a grin. His sleeves were rolled up, hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it. “There you are.”
“Here I am.” I sounded awed, and I was. This couldn’t possibly be my life. “Where’s Micah?”
“Taking a call in the back. He’s almost done.”
Pulling me down into one of the seats, Cam kissed me. “Now that we’re off the clock and we have nothing but time, I’ll be kissing you every chance I get. And more.”
“Champagne?”
I managed to take my eyes off my husband and look at the attendant smiling down at me. Cameron took one off the tray and handed another one to me. “Thank you, Anna.”
He sipped his glass while Everett sat across from us. “Don’t get her drunk too soon, Cam.”
“I’m not getting drunk,” I said, a laugh bubbling up out of me. “Do I lose points if I say I’m not the biggest fan of champagne? Or at least not champagne on its own?”
Turning my face toward his, Cam kissed me. Full and deep and real, his lemon scent mixing with the bite of champagne. “You already have all the points, sweetheart. You can never lose them. And no. Of course not. What would you like?”
“I love the weird mimosas.”
“Weird mimosas?”
“Our, Isolde’s, Trinity’s and mine, favorite brunch place has this amazing mango mimosa. Those, and the peach ones. Though those are technically called Bellinis.”
Everett smiled at me. “Anna?” He called. The attendant appeared. “Would you mind turning my wife’s champagne into a Bellini, please?”
“Of course, sir.” She took the glass from me.
