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I kissed the top of my babies' heads and sent them back to their video games. Once they were out of earshot, Zoey shook her head. “Don’t even ask. Yes, it’s okay. Everything is going to be fine. Besides, after tonight, I will probably have a brand new baby and won’t watch yours for a hot minute.”

Laughing, my shoulders dropped. “I’ll have my phone on me the entire time. And Robin has Vic’s number if I don’t pick up for some reason.”

“I know. Get out of here.” Zoey hugged me, her belly keeping our bodies pretty far about.

I let out a sigh and nodded. “Okay, bye. I love you.”

Waving me off, Zoey watched from the door as Robin played with the kids. I hopped into the minivan and put the strange address into my phone.

Once the address loaded into my phone, it showed an open field about 35 minutes away.

Where the fuck was this woman taking me?

My heart started to race as my nerves took over. But given Victoria‘s track record, I had a feeling that this would be something spectacular.

I put the car in drive and got moving. It’d been a while since I’d taken such a long drive by myself. But it felt nice to have a moment of quiet to think. At the start of the summer, I never would’ve guessed I would be juggling two gorgeous, wonderful women. But it seemed like I was along for the ride.

I zoned out for most of the quick drive, but came back to myself just as I was processing where I had ended up.

Somewhere deep in the woods of Ulster County, a small Airport for charter planes and light aircrafts to land with a small hanger for the few wealthy jet owners in the area.

“What the fuck are we doing here?“ I muttered under my breath as I pulled up to the gate. Before I could roll down my window to try and figure out how to get inside, the automatic door started to open. Letting out a hiss of air, I took my foot off the brake and rolled inside.

My jaw dropped as I looked to the empty tarmac where only a helicopter waited.

No fucking way, she has to be kidding.

But as my car came to a stop, parking next to Victoria‘s pristine Porsche, I knew it must be real.

Victoria appeared from inside the hanger and waved me down. Climbing out of the car, I waved back. Even from here she looked incredible. She wore trousers that skimmed her ankles and led into five-inch black, red-bottom heels.

Her blouse, more femme than usual, was a jewel-toned purple with a conservative boat neck. But there was nothing conservative about how incredible her collarbone looked. My mouth watered at the thought of planting delicate kisses along the elegant bone.

I swallowed my excitement and met her halfway between the hangar and the helicopter. “Miss Bradley, what could you possibly have in store?” Shaking my head, I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Shrugging, Victoria laughed. “Have you ever been on a helicopter before?“

Despite knowing it was rude, I couldn’t stop myself from scoffing in her face. “Do I look like the kind of person who’s been on a helicopter before? “

A cheeky grin took over Victoria‘s level face. “You look like the type of woman who deserves one all to herself, if you ask me.”

My face flushed at the compliment, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I tried to hide it. I still hadn’t gotten used to being spoiled the way a billionaire app developer could.

Putting her hand around my waist Victoria turned me toward the helicopter while planting a delicate, but assured kiss on my cheek. “Your chariot awaits.“ She winked as she gestured to the shiny, black aircraft ahead of us.

Once we had turned toward it, the pilot, dressed in an airforce jacket, hopped out of the cockpit and walked toward us. She had a tight crew cut, which certainly met military standards. Something about her face was familiar to me, and in an area as small as New Winford I couldn’t be sure that Ididn’tknow her.

She extended her hand to me and shook it. “Hi Sarah, how are you feeling? “

Before I could reply, Victoria shook her hand and explained, “This is Lieutenant Hughes. She’s been my heli pilot for a few years now.“

I tried to stop my mouth from falling open, the thought of having a designated helicopter pilot blowing me away. I was still getting used to the idea of riding in one on a regular basis.

But the last name was familiar to me, and from the look on the lieutenant’s face, she knew why.

“What do I know you from?“ Gripping her hand firmly, I was still trying to place her.

The pilot nodded, a light chuckle coming from her lungs. “I was a year or two below you at New Winford High. Most people remembered me because I graduated early and enlisted.“