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His eyes narrowed.“Except for when you meet with me. Then, it’s late or not at all.”
Oh, he was still upset by that. Why did that give her satisfaction?
She gave him an apologetic look.“That is unusual for me.”
“Eve,” he said, his voice low,“everything about you is unusual.”
The look he gave her made Eve feel all warm inside.“Your turn. Second question.”
“Do you have siblings?”
“No. You?”
He nodded.“Three. Two brothers and a sister.”
She could only imagine what that family gathering looked like.
“I am the oldest,” he added with a little smirk.
“Nooooo…” She couldn’t hide the sarcasm.“Really? I never would have guessed.”
Everything about him spoke of confidence and self-assurance, all with a touch of cockiness. And she could see him being a perfectionisttoo—the poster child for Firstborn syndrome.
He laughed.“What is your favorite place you’ve traveled?”
“That’s a tie. Dubrovnik and Prague.”
“Putting them on my list. I’ve never been to Croatia or the Czech Republic.”
“You have an aviation company, and you’ve never seen Prague? A shame.”
“Too many fires in the office I have to put out. I take flights as captain only when no one else is available, so I don’t fly as much as I’d like. When I go international, it’s usually to London, Paris, or Rome. Tokyo, occasionally. The usual tourist traps.”
“I could think of worse destinations.”
“True.” He glanced out the window.“We’re almost there. Next question?”
They reached the airport gate, and Charlie lowered the window to punch a code on an access keypad. With a metallic clunk, the gate doors jerked open and slowly began to part.
The limo rolled across the tarmac, heading toward a big, shiny jet, its royal-blue belly offset by blue and gold striping.
Time for conversing was over, but Adam tossed her one last question.
“What’s your hidden talent?”
Several sprang to mind, and she wanted to try every one of them on him. She shoved those thoughts away, opting for G-rated.
She looked him in the eye.“I can tie a knot in a cherry stem with my tongue.”
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Eve shouldered her yellow straw beach bag, gripping the stair rail of the sleek Gulfstream G550.
On the tarmac, Adam circled the plane, pausing often, scrutinizing everything from nose to tail. The draft ruffled his hair, and his shirt and pant legs fluttered. So did his tie. She couldn’t understand her never-ending fascination with it and with grabbing it to bring him downto where she wanted him.
She wanted him.
Eve had never been one to lie, least of all to herself. And the truth was, she had wanted Adam from the very first moment he’d picked her up in the dark and carried her to his bed like some modern-day Prince Charming.