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His finger reached out to graze the hickey he’d left on my skin.

I batted his hand away, but couldn’t stop the shiver of want his touch elicited.

Glaring at him, I tightened the seat belt around my waist. “What are you doing here?” I hissed.

He raised his brows. “Same thing you are, I’m guessing.”

I rubbed my third eye.

“You snuck out of my bed this morning,” he said, pitching his voice low. “While I was still sleeping.”

I swallowed, my mouth dry; my memories blazing with heat at the forefront of my mind.

“Look,” I began. “The flight to Spokane isn’t long. Let’s just be quiet and pretend not to know each other.”

He fell silent and I thought for sure that was the end of it.

But then he said, “No.”

I’d been looking out the window at the tarmac. His simple one-word reply had me whipping my head around to stare at him. “No?”

“No,” he repeated.

“Fine. I won’t talk to you.”

I was being childish. But I had never expected to see him again. He was a one-night stand, and yet, here he was sitting in the seat next to me wearing a pair of faded jeans, cowboy boots, and a red and black flannel shirt.

“You’re talking to me now,” he pointed out. “You can at least tell me your name.”

“Speaking of names, how does the flight attendant know yours?” I asked.

His lips twitched. “Jealous?”

“No,” I stated flatly.

“Tell me your name, and then I’ll tell you why she knows mine.”

“I know why she knows your name.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

I gestured to him. “You’re a country music star, aren’t you?”

That had him laughing. A deep, booming chuckle that softened the angles of his face.

His laugh made my insides quiver, and I hated myself for it.

“No. I’m not a country music star. Nice guess though.”

“Then what are you?”

A voice came over the intercom, effectively ending our conversation. I listened with one ear as they took us through the safety precautions.

When the intercom fell silent, my new companion said, “You’re really not going to tell me your name?”

The man had seen me naked.

My legs had been wrapped around him while still wearing my heels.