Page 65 of The Viper
She blinked. "A yacht."
"Yeah. Noah's got one. Said I could use it."
Her lips twitched. "Of course, he does."
"And maybe," I continued, feeling the idea solidify, "we could have dinner tonight. In New York."
She stared at me. "New York. As in New York City?"
"That's the one."
She laughed, the sound a little wild. "Lucas, it's a long drive to New York. We'd never make it in time for?—"
"We'd take the jet," I said.
The words hung in the air. Her mouth opened, then closed. "The jet."
"Private jet. Dominion Hall's got a few." I shrugged, trying to make it sound casual even though the whole concept still felt surreal to me. These guys talked about taking a private jet the way normal people talked about calling an Uber. It was too much to think about, but standing here, watching Lexi process it, I found I didn't care.
"You're serious," she said slowly.
"I am."
She cocked her head, studying me. "Who are you, Lucas Dane?"
I smiled. "Still figuring that out."
She was quiet for a moment, her eyes searching mine. Then her expression softened. "I'd love to. As long as we can find me something to wear. I can't exactly go to New York in this." She gestured at her casual outfit.
"I don't think that'll be a problem," I said. "We’ve got resources."
"Resources," she repeated, a laugh escaping. "Is that what we're calling billions now?"
I felt my grin widen. "Something like that."
She stepped closer, her hand finding mine. "This is crazy."
"Yeah."
"We're probably going to regret this."
"Probably."
She smiled then, real and bright, and it hit me square in the chest. "Let's do it, anyway."
I pulled her closer, my other hand sliding to her waist. "You sure?"
"No," she said honestly. "But I'm tired of being sure. I'm tired of playing it safe."
I kissed her then, slow and deliberate, tasting her smile. When we broke apart, I rested my forehead against hers. "We'll leave in an hour. That gives you time to find something to wear."
"And you?"
"I'll make the arrangements."
She pulled back, her eyes dancing. "I feel like Cinderella."
"Except you already had the glass slippers," I said.
