Page 53 of Give Me Forever Love

“I’m serious. When we get back, I’ll sign it over to you. It’ll be yours completely.”

“I told you I would buy you out. Until I get up the money, you’ll own half.”

This time he rolls his eyes. “Whatever,” he says, clearly unhappy with my response. The flight attendant comes from the back with a cart and we stop our conversation.

We eat lunch and have a beer while watchingRocky, and because I woke up before the sun, I eventually curl up and take a nap.

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“K.” I hear. “We’re about to land.”

I blink my eyes open and stretch out my legs. “Oh my God, I slept so well.”

He laughs. “Yeah, you snored well, too.”

I hit his arm. “I do not snore.”

He lifts his brow.

I blush. “Do I really?”

He grins. “Nah. Come on. Put your seatbelt back on.”

I exhale dramatically and sit up as the plane starts to descend. Clicking my belt into place, I look out as we go lower.

“Where are we?” I ask, hoping he’ll tell me now.

“It’s killing you, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I want to know.”

“You’ll see soon enough.” He gives me a wink.

I groan. “Bryce Grant, you’re frustrating.”

“Ditto,” he replies.

“Why am I frustrating? I’m not keeping secrets.”

“You just are.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”

The plane touches down, making my stomach flutter, and I look out the window, seeing the tarmac. I focus on some writing I see on a luggage carrier vehicle. “Um, what language is that?” I ask, looking back at Bryce as I point out the window.

“Dutch,” he says.

My eyes shoot wide. “Dutch?”

I think on it for a moment. “We’re in Europe?”

He nods.

“What part”

“Amsterdam,” he says.

“Amsterdam? As in New Amsterdam?”

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