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Doing my best to distract my mind, I fiddle with Devin’s tie. “Where are we going?”

“Well, that depends. Do you do better with surprises or knowing what’s going to happen?”

“While I do love a good surprise, I don’t think I can handle any more at the moment. Can’t you just tell me?”

He sets me down next to a sleek black car and unlocks the door for me. “We, my dear, are going to Santorini, Greece.”

Blood drains from my face. Santorini. That’s where Alec is. That’s where I was supposed to be. What twist of fate is this?

“We’re going like tomorrow, right? Maybe sometime next week? I mean, it will take time to get flights, hotels-”

“Already done. I have friends and connections. Don’t worry. Anything we need, we’ll get while we’re there.”

The smile he gives me is blinding, making my gut churn. I can’t tell him. Not now. Not after he’s gone through all this trouble. Staring out the window, I watch as the coastline whips past.

This is bad. This is very, very bad.

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CHAPTER 11

DEVIN

It’s torture being this close to my bride and unable to touch her. Not only are we not on a flight where we can sit right next to each other, but there’s an emotional wall in place I cannot seem to penetrate. I look over to where Jessica glances about, her eyes wide as she takes in her little pod.

I’m guessing this is her first time flying first class. At least first class is nice. Seems as if I’m bestowing a lot of firsts onto my little omega. Part of me can’t wait to see what other new experiences I can spoil her with, but first we have to at least be able to meet in the middle.

A soft chuckle slips past my lips as she presses on various buttons. She’s like a kid in a toy store—not sure which thing to play with first. The near silent squeak as she finally presses the button to close the doors has me stifling a laugh.

Though I think I do a good job covering it up, I apparently didn’t do it fast enough. Jessica gives me a glare as the doors continue to close in slow increments until her face is gone. Perhaps it’s best to give her these hours to herself. It’s going to be a long flight as it is.

A longing thrums through me as I look across the aisle separating us. Perhaps I should have booked regular or business class seats. Maybe then she’d be forced to be next to me instead of able to squirrel away and hide. Damn me for wanting to make this excursion something special.

I’m paying for it in a way I never expected. It’s not as if I was planning on molesting her while we were flying. Tease her a little, maybe. Sexually frustrate the hell out of her, definitely. Now, I can’t do anything but look at the closed doors.

We haven’t even negotiated our dynamic in a way where I feel comfortable ordering her to keep the doors open. If we had, there’d be a whole hell of a lot more I’d have her do for me and to herself at my command. Maybe I should push my luck and strike up the conversation as soon as she opens the doors.

Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the plush pillow and sigh, a worried frown pulling my brows down until a dull ache pounds behind my eyes. How did it go so wrong so quickly? When I kissed her, I felt the arousal pulsing through her body. But when I mentioned Greece, she froze.

Could Angie have been that wrong? She claimed to be a friend. Or at least an acquaintance who should know something about my new wife. Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and send Kessily a text. If only I knew earlier who I’d be with. Then I could have gotten all the intel I needed from a reputable source.

Soon, she responds, but all it does is make my head ache even more. Angie wasn’t wrong. It’s not Greece. Apparently visiting Santorini has been a bucket list item of Jessica’s ever since Kessily knew her. Then what else could it be?

Is it because I insisted on stopping by her apartment to change first? I thought she’d love to get out of the formaldress and into something a bit more casual for the trip. However, since the moment I crossed the threshold, she’s been even more sullen and drawn in.

None of this makes any sense, and my gut tells me if I pry too soon, it will do nothing but back her into a corner even more. It’s as if she’s a wounded animal and she sees me as a predator. My lips part into a feral smile at that thought.

I am a predator, but not one who actually wants to make her suffer. If she’d only talk to me, she’d know that. Granted, all of this is as sudden for her as it is for me. Perhaps she just can’t handle the stress of things moving so quickly.

Another ding pulls my attention back to the phone, and this time I manage to keep the laughter at bay. Seems as if my little newb is stuck and cannot open her door. It does make me happy to know she’s not hiding away from me on purpose.

With all the buttons in front of her, I can just imagine the panic at not being able to find the correct one. Pocketing my phone, I wait for the announcement to come on that we’re allowed to roam around the plane. The instant I’m able to, I head over to her little cabin and knock on the door.

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