Page 112 of A Million Times, Yes

I climbed out of the SUV just as Jordan appeared in the entryway.

His eyes took me in, and he smiled. “Hi, baby.”

His handsomeness was completely overwhelming. So was his grin. The way his scruff had been trimmed, his outfit polished—but his hair was just messy enough that it gave him that rough edge.

I held on to the railing at the bottom of the staircase, somewhat frozen with emotion. “That was quite an entrance you just made.”

“I had a meeting this morning that I couldn’t miss. So I’m coming straight from New York and thought it would be quickest if you met me.” He licked his lips. “Come here.”

I held on while I climbed the stairs, and once I was within reach, his hands went to my cheeks, and he pulled me toward him and kissed me.

He tasted just the way I remembered.

But better.

My entire body tingled as we stood on the second stair from the top, the wind blowing all my hair in our faces.

“God, I fucking missed you.” His hand went to my neck, his gaze focused on my throat. “I knew it would look breathtaking on you. I was right.”

“I love it. I love you. Thank you.”

He gave me a small kiss. “Are you ready to take off?”

“I was ready the moment you told me we were going on vacation.”

He gripped my fingers and led me onto the plane. “Welcome aboard Worthington Air.”

I took a glance around the space. There weren’t any rows of seats; instead, there were chairs on either side, two love seats, and a couch. The interior was outfitted in white leather and matching walls, with a black floor and silver hardware. “Is this your company’s jet?”

His tongue paused at the corner of his mouth, and he huffed out a few laughs. “This is the jet I share with Gavin.”

My feet stopped moving. “Hold on a second. I knew you flew private, I just assumed Worthington Enterprises owned a plane. But are you telling me that you and Gavin own this jet?”

“Did I forget to mention that?” His smile grew. “Come sit and have a drink. We have about a three-and-a-half-hour flight ahead of us.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Jordan

As the jet landed, I watched Maya’s face while she gazed out the window. The sun was peaking, casting through the small round plexiglass cutout as we crossed over a giant, beautiful body of water on our approach to the runway surrounded by palm trees on both sides, their leaves swaying in the island breeze. It was a difficult sight to look away from.

But I had no problem.

Because what was in front of me was far more gorgeous than anything outside that window.

As the rays shone across her features, there was a heavy widening of her lips and a drawn-out flutter of her eyelashes, her hand flat against the clear opening like she was trying to not only feel the weather but touch it too. The diamond on her neck sparkled.

This was the look of happiness.

And this was what love felt like.

“Somewhere tropical, on the ocean, where the sun is going to hug us for the next week.” She glanced at me. “You picked the perfect getaway.”

“Any idea where we are?”

“I have a few guesses.”

“Care to share?”