Then just like that, Harrison was out of his seat, taking my bag from me, and placing it in the overhead bin.
Every inch of his body brushed mine in the process.
My breath caught.
Every nerve ending seemed to zero in on him. I was suddenly hyperaware of his spicy cologne, of his body heat, of how he’d felt touching me, inside of me, the night before.
“Your head still hurts,” he said once his task was finished and he looked down at me. His hand moved out, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.
It wasn’t a question.
But I was too distracted by the way my skin seemed to shiver at the light touch to realize.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want the window seat?” he asked, gesturing to the seat he’d been in.
“Yes.” I bit back the gratitude on my tongue and sank into my new seat, almost moaning at the difference in comfort.
I could hear Harrison speaking to the flight attendant, but was too busy digging around in the gift bag to find my fluffy socks and eye mask to pay attention to what he was saying.
But then a big blue blanket was draped over me and I looked up to see him watching me with a look in his eyes I could only call… tender.
I knew I needed to keep my guard up around this man who refused to divorce me. But just right then, just when I was feeling so beat and vulnerable, I let him be soft with me.
“Thanks.”
“We’re about to take off. After that, you can put your legs up.”
I gave him a nod as I looked around our little pod area.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked, not quite looking at him.
“Of course.”
“How much did this cost?”
“The seat?”
“Yeah.”
“Not much. Three grand.”
Only a guy worth millions or billions would say three grand was ‘not much.’
“Why pay that much for me?”
“Because my wife flies comfortably.”
Damn him.
Why did he have to remind me of that?
And, perhaps the better question, why did my heart do a weird little squeeze at his words?
“I won’t be your wife for long,” I told him as he tightened his belt, then reached across to secure mine while the flight attendant came over the PA system to make sure everyone was belted and in the upright position.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Harrison said, shrugging as he gave my belt another tug.
