Page 62 of Dating the Billionaire

“Wherever you go to beat yourself up for what happened,” he said. “There’s no sense in dwelling in the past. You’ve got to let it go.”

She couldn’t—not when that meant letting Teo go as well. But he was already gone.

And Grant was right. She had to stop dwelling in the past, on what might have been had she been honest with him from the beginning.

She expelled a long sigh and shook off her maudlin thoughts. “Okay, I’m going to Greece.”

“I already got the plane ready for you,” Grant said. “And the client is already on board.”

“What?” she asked. “You okayed this without asking me?”

He shrugged. “I figured you’d be happy to get the hell out of here.”

She was—as happy as she could be. “But you know I always go over the plane myself.”

“You go over all the planes all the damn time,” he said. “You know it’s ready for takeoff.”

But was she? She hadn’t had as much rest as she usually required their pilots to have. But then she’d had several sleepless nights when she’d been flying combat missions, and lack of rest hadn’t affected her flying abilities then. She was fine.

“I’m still going to check it,” she warned him.

“Of course you are.”

She headed out of the office. But Grant stopped her, his hand on her arm. She turned back. “What? Is there something else?”

He shook his head. “No. Just...”

Her brother rarely lost his words. “What?” she asked again.

He shook his head. “Nothing. I’ve just been worried about you.”

“Now you know how I feel,” she said with a teasing smile. “I worry about you all the damn time.”

He snorted. “Me? Why? I live a boring life.”

“Yeah, right.” Maybe not being totally honest ran her in her family; it just hadn’t affected her until she’d met Matteo Rinaldi.

She turned and walked away, and this time Grant didn’t stop her. It wasn’t until after she’d checked the plane and boarded that she realized he hadn’t told her who the client was who’d booked the wonderful trip to Athens.

But when she saw him already sitting in one of the comfy seats in the back of the Cessna, she wasn’t surprised—although her pulse did quicken. Apparently Grant was trying to take over Miranda’s role as matchmaker.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You were probably expecting Bill or Grant...” With as angry as he’d been when he’d left, she doubted Teo would have booked this flight himself like Grant had claimed he had.

“Your brother can fly?” Teo asked.

She nodded. “Probably better than I can.” Although he would never admit it, just as he would never admit to whatever he’d done in the navy.

“I doubt that,” Teo said as he stood up and approached where she stood just inside the door. “You’re the best pilot who’s ever flown me anywhere.”

He seemed sincere, but Blair hesitated to believe him—to believe any of what was happening. “But still,” she murmured. “I’m sure you don’t want me flying you anywhere.”

“I want you flying me everywhere,” he said.

She wanted to clap her own hands in front of her face to wake up. She must have finally fallen asleep. Because there was no way that this was really happening...

No way.

“I never had a problem with a female pilot,” Teo said. “I hope you know that I’m not a chauvinist.”