Page 29 of Book Boyfriend
I glance over at the terminal. What do I do? Fisher takes my hand in his and walks backward, walking me with him. “It’s going to be fun, I promise.”
My phone rings and from the sound, I know it’s Luna. There’s no way I’m talking to her now even though I promised her I’d call her the minute I arrived. I silence the ringer as I notice the time. It’s not quite six. “Are you actually early for once?” I ask, surprised.
“I’ve been here for a couple of hours.”
“You have? Why?”
“I didn’t want you to have to sit through all the paperwork and pre-flight stuff.”
“So weareflying?”
“Yes.”
I stop dead in my tracks and turn to walk back to my car.
He laughs and chases after me. “You don’t even know what I have planned. Don’t make me carry you over there.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Want to try me?”
He’s serious. Would he really pick me up? “I’m not saying yes. So we’re clear.”
“Crystal.” He holds out his hand and I place mine inside. We walk over to a gentleman standing with a clipboard. “She’s here,” he tells him.
The man smiles and holds his hand out to me. “I’m Phil.”
“Macy,” I say, shaking his hand.
“Phil is a friend of a friend. He’s going to help me out today.”
“With what?” I ask, still concerned.
“Shall we go?” Phil asks.
As he starts to walk, I pull on Fisher’s arm. “Really. I’m scared. Are we really flying today?”
He knows I’m serious. “In your book, you write that Penn is not only a millionaire, but also has his own plane. He takes Kasey up and personally flies her to Denver for dinner.”
“I’m fully aware of my own story.”
He grins as he stuffs his hands into his pockets and glances toward Phil, then back to me. “I’m not exactly a millionaire and I don’t own my own jet, but I arranged for my first flying lesson with Phil today and he said I could bring you along. Then I brought a picnic basket and I thought we could eat dinner over there and watch the planes take off for a while. It’s the closest I could get.”
Dead. I’m dead. I’m pretty certain his words were like an ice pick shattering any pre-conceived notions about what kind of man he was. It is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done in my life.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “You’re white as a ghost. I promise you, Phil knows what he’s doing. He flies for Southwest. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
All these memories of Florida invade my mind. Fisher’s panicked face as he lay on top of me in the sand. Fisher insisting on carrying my bag to the hotel. His hot breath on my neck asking if I wanted a taco. My undoing the zipper of his shorts in the ocean. He’s here. The guy I’ve thought about nonstop for months. The guy I based an entire book on is standing right in front of me trying to make me smile. How could I ever not follow him anywhere? “Promise?”
His returning smile makes my knees weak. “I promise.”
We walk to a small plane on a paved strip. “Patrick already did the pre-flight check before you arrived and we walked through the checklists. He said you might be nervous, so I wanted to personally assure you we’re good to go.”
I nod as he hands me a headset and I climb into the back seat of a small plane. I immediately buckle my seatbelt.
“This is a Cessna C-172. It’s a plane we use for training.”
Fisher climbs in the front seat and puts on a pair of sunglasses along with a headset. He turns back to me and smiles. “Ready?”
