Page 87 of Forgotten Desires

“Not at all, ma’am,” Grady says. “I’m so happy to be the one who is flying this plane today, carrying such precious cargo.”

I burst out laughing. “You’re such a bad liar.” I lean over and kiss his cheek. “I feel safe knowing you’re the pilot.”

“Yeah, this is every brother’s dream to fly his baby sister on a date.”

“Well, it’s better than thinking about me joining the mile high club while you’re flying, isn’t it?” I ask, tap his chest, and walk onto the plane with a wide grin.

twenty-one

CARSON

Jessica brings us each a tray with food and a donut for dessert. Brynn looks over at me with a grin.

Wait until she finds out I bought the donut shop, but that’s a surprise for another day.

For the next two and a half days, I’m going to give her a time she’ll never forget.

Ford about lost his shit when I told him to cancel my meetings until Thursday because I’d be out of the country.

It was sort of fun.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” Brynn asks.

“Not a chance. You’ll see when we land.”

She rolls her eyes. “Can you give me a hint?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay, will we be warm or cold?”

I tap my chin. It’s March so the weather there isn’t warm yet, but we won’t be freezing either. “We’ll be comfortable.”

“Ugh!” she groans and lays her head back. “You could just tell me.”

“I could, but then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” I know how she feels about surprises, which makes this a little more enjoyable than it should be.

Brynn changes tactics and leans in close. “What if I offer a bargain for the information?”

This could be even more enjoyable.

However, that’s not what my plans for tonight are. We’ll be flying through the night and when we land in Paris, we’ll be hitting the ground running. I want to show her everything I can, take her to the best restaurants, and then we’ll end the night at the Eiffel Tower.

“I’m listening,” I play along.

“Well, I’ll give you something you want for every piece of information you give me.”

“And what do I want?”

She pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “You tell me.”

I turn my body to face her, moving into her space, forcing her to retreat a touch. “What I want”—I drop my voice so only she can hear—“is for you”—I move my hand to her cheek—“to eat your dinner and then nap.”

Brynn’s eyes flash and she grunts. “You’re the worst.”

“I’ve been told that several times. Now, eat, because we both need to rest before we land.”

“And where are we landing?” Brynn asks, all innocence.

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