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“But he didn’t, and I don’t blame you, or Grandpa or Dad for what happened.”
Mom flashed me a watery smile. “When I knew he had you, it was the worst day of my life.”
I grinned. “Coming after us was the worst decision of his life.”
“That it was.” Mom landed at the Litchfield Air Park. “The Learjet is yours.”
“Wow! I’ve always wanted to fly in one.” I released my seatbelt, leaned over and kissed Mom’s cheek. “You and Dad should spend some time at the Refuge.”
“We will.”
I climbed out of the helicopter and joined Dante on the tarmac. “Ready for some fun in the sun.”
“I am.” He rolled our suitcase over to the jet.
A man in a pilot’s suit eyed me for a moment, then smiled and held out his hand to Dante. “My name is Josh Webber and I’m your pilot.”
Dante shook his hand. “How long is the flight to Kauai?”
“Six hours and forty minutes,” Josh replied, putting our luggage in the cargo hold.
I gave Dante my best come-hither smile. “Plenty of time.”
“Yes, it is.” We hurried up the stairs.
Huh? There wasn’t a bed, just plush leather seats, a tiny galley and a small bathroom.
We took our seats and buckled in.
I whispered, “What happened to the bed?”
“Your father got us a jet without one, and the condoms are his idea of a joke.”
Dad was sneaky like that.
The pilot secured the outer door. “We’ll be in the air shortly. Help yourselves to any of the beverages and there are some sandwiches in the refrigerator.
“Thanks,” I said politely.
Josh eyed me again.
“Yes, I’m that deputy on the local news.”
Nodding, he hurried into the cockpit and closed the door.
“Well, hell. We can do it in the chair, on the floor or squeeze into the bathroom.
The jet taxied to the runway.
Dante waggled his eyebrows. “Let’s try the bathroom. I don’t want him walking in on us.”
The jet lifted into the air.
Our lips met in a heady kiss.
Dante scooped me up and carried me into the restroom. The door closed behind him. “Damn. I can’t move.”
A giggle escaped me at the disgust on his face. His shoulders filled the tiny space, and the ceiling was only inches from our heads. “Guess this bathroom is only for Lilliputians like Julie.”