Page 89 of Brushed By Moonlight
Which meant I had to be careful with my thoughts. My emotions. My impossible fantasies.
I can’t believe you slept with her,Roux grumbled for the hundredth time.
I can’t believe he got her before I did,Bene said in his usual carefree way.But, hey. Bonus points for moving fast.
I growled out loud. Sleeping with Mina wasn’t about scoring. It was about…about…
The L-word snuck into my mind, but I shoved it away.
I wasn’t the one who had the bright idea of bringing her along on this mission,I growled at Bene.
I wasn’t the one who okayed it,Bene deflected.
You’re right. I was,Roux barked.Because she’s our best shot at getting in unnoticed. But only if Romeo here doesn’t fuck things up.He shot me a dark look.
I’m as invested in this as you,I reminded him.
Maybe too invested,Roux grumbled.
Well, all he has to do is keep his hands off her for the next forty-eight hours,Henrik observed snidely.And keep his mind on the job.
I grimaced, knowing full well I could do one but not both. I had kept my hands off Mina since our tryst — but that took all my focus and willpower. So, keeping my mind on work…tricky.
Maybe we ought to give them a couple of hours together,Bene suggested.You know, let them get it out of their systems.
Great idea!my dragon cheered, totally on board with that plan.
I was too, except it was doomed to fail. I would never get Mina out of my system. I didn’t want to.
I had to, though, and I knew it. She probably knew it too. But we would face that after this mission.
Mina gazed out her window at the bright lights of Palma de Mallorca. My side of the plane showed moonlight rippling over a dark sea. Which better reflected the future? Were there any truths to be found down there at all?
The pilot lined up with the runway, and my eyes picked out a red wind sock.
Wind from the nose and slightly to port,I noted unconsciously.
The tail of the jet wobbled slightly to the right before the pilot corrected and bumped down into a landing.
Bene looked at me, and I shrugged. “Seven out of ten.”
Mina looked over, confused. Then her eyes went wide, as if to say,Oh, right. You can fly too.
My chest puffed out a little. Damn right, I could. No jet fuel needed either.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Palma de Mallorca, where local time is 10:35 p.m. Please remain seated until we have reached our final position,” the captain announced.
Minutes later, we stood and filed out. Mina ran her hand over her leather seat and glanced around the cabin before following Roux outside.
First time in a private jet, I figured. Not mine, but the luxury was rare enough.
A limo awaited us on the tarmac, where stewards were already loading our gear into the trunk.
Bene grinned. “Gotta hand it to the boss. He works in style.”
Mina stiffened, because that boss was her godfather. A trueGodfather-style figure, too, though she’d only just discovered that. Or was she still holding out hope that it was one big misunderstanding?
I wouldn’t hold my breath.
