Page 13 of The Fake Fiance's Billionaire Adversary
Reagan smiled and placed her hand on his arm. “It’s okay.”
A grin slowly lifted his lips. “Did you bring a coat?”
She nodded and patted the outside pocket of her suitcase. “Yeah, I didn’t know what to pack, so I brought a little of everything.”
“I’m sorry. I should’ve—”
“Wow,” Naomi interrupted. “Witnessing a gentleman in the wild. I almost feel like I need pictures as proof.” She chuckled.
Hunter kept his gaze on Reagan. “I’ll go get this in the car.” Translation:Your friends are making me uncomfortable.
“Sure, I’ll be out there in a second.”
The moment the screen door smacked shut, Reagan’s friends were on her like flies on sugar.
“You failed to mention how cute he is,” Kaylee said.
Naomi nodded. “No kidding. Please tell me he has single siblings.”
Without acknowledging the comments, Reagan hugged one and then the other. “I have to go. We have a flight to catch.” She stepped out of the door.
“Call with updates!” Naomi’s voice rang out.
Out front, a car waited to take them to the airport. Hunter opened the door for her, and she stepped inside. It was time to get in the fiancée frame of mind.
“Ready?” Hunter asked as he took a seat next to her.
“As ready as I’m going to be.”
They were quiet on the drive to the Savannah/Hilton Head airport. He’d mentioned they’d be taking a private jet, and she’d questioned him about it. His response was that he knew someone, but she had a feeling there was more to it. As long as she evaded being body-searched, she’d accept the answer without pushback.
The jet was nice and roomy. It didn’t have the rich-snob feel she’d expected. Hunter took a seat across from her, and once it was in the air, he seemed to relax. She wondered if he’d been worried she’d back out.
He cleared his throat. “I guess we should get to know each other. How we met and things like that.”
They’d agreed to hash out details of their relationship on the way to Caprock Canyon since it involved both a flight and a two-hour drive. She was glad he was starting the conversation. She’d gone over a million different ways to start that conversation, and none of them sounded right. “We could tell a version of the truth. We met when you stopped by my bed and breakfast. We’ll just leave out the part where you tried to steal it from me.” She grinned.
Hunter rubbed his jaw with his knuckles as he chuckled. “I’m not trying to steal it from you.”
“Okay, maybe steal is a strong word. How about charm it away from me.”
A tinge of pink covered his cheeks. “I’d have to possess charm in order to use it.”
Whoa. He was cute when he blushed. What caught her off guard was how much she liked it. “We’ll say it was love at first sight.”
“Me or you?”
“You, of course.”
He caught her gaze and held it. “Okay, that won’t be hard to sell.”
It was her turn to blush. She smiled. “All right. How did you propose?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
She tapped her foot as she contemplated their story. “Let’s see. I love the beach, and since you’d know that, you surprised me with dinner at sunset.”
“All right. I’m on board so far.” He smiled, and she noticed just how blue his eyes were with the sun filtering in through the window.
