Page 67 of The One for Me
“Uh-huh. Keep talking shit, you’re going to be blown away by my take on how to woo my girl.”
She pulls her dress down a bit and shifts. “Is that so? You know, you told me to wear a dress and bring something comfy for later, but nothing else. I’m not good with surprises.”
That is exactly why I’ve told her nothing. It’s fun to keep her guessing. I called Sydney a few days ago to get a little insight. Dev and I are best friends, but there are things that chicks only tell other chicks. So, I needed to be stealthy. Of course, Syd was more than willing to help me out.
Now, it’s time to impress her.
I have a feeling that no one she’s dated has ever taken time to think about her and only her.
I plan to change that.
“Well, I’m good at giving them,” I say without feeling the slightest bit guilty.
We turn into the airport, and she looks around. “What? Why are we here?”
“Patience, sweetheart.” I can feel her eyes on me as I park and slide from the car so I can open her door for her. “Ready?”
She looks up at me with a million questions in those brown eyes. “What are you up to, Arrowood?”
I extend my free hand. “I’ve missed my mark so many times before, but I’ve finally hit the bull’s-eye with you, Devney. Let me give you my winnings.”
Her smile is slow as she places her hand in mine.
The biting chill slices through us while we jog over to the building.
“Mr. Arrowood.” The man behind the counter comes around. “I’m Thomas, and I’ll be your pilot.”
“Nice to meet you, this is Devney Maxwell, my girlfriend.”
Her eyes meet mine as I casually give her the moniker we hadn’t actually agreed on. She leans into my side, and I hold her tight. We don’t have to say anything, the moment is loud enough for us both.
“Nice to meet you both. Your plane is ready as soon as you are.”
“We’re ready.”
Devney looks up at me. “Where are we going?”
“To dinner.”
“On a plane?” her tone rises in alarm.
“Yes and no. Come on, time is wasting.”
She shakes her head but follows.
We climb on board and her jaw drops. There is a sofa on the right side where we can both sit or seats on the other with a table between.
“We’re eating on a plane?”
I laugh. “No, we’ll be at our destination before it’s time to eat.”
She glances back at me and gives me a smile that makes my heart stop. “Where do I sit?”
Is the answeron my facetoo much? Probably.
“Next to me,” I say and pull her to the couch.
“Sean, this is . . . this is a lot.”
