I’d legit fallen for a smart-arse.
“Will you sit in the front with me?”
I blinked. “What for?”
“So you can see.”
“See what?”
“Everything.”
The only everything I was interested in had nothing to do with the bowels of a flying death tractor, but like this, Viktor was irresistible. I was in motion even as my brain screamed at me to get the fuck out of the chopper.
I peered over the front seats.
He patted the one next to him. “Please?”
“You fucker.”
Viktor’s lips inched up, but he caught them, tempering his amusement with no fucking clue that I’d grown to live for his smile. “Would you like to know how the aircraft works?”
“Nope.”
“It might help you believe it will stay in the sky.”
“Do we really need to do that?”
Viktor raked his eyes over me. “Wedon’t have to do anything.”
Of course. Cos he’d fly without me. But as nut-witheringly terrified as I was of leaving solid ground, I couldn’t let that happen. Literally or otherwise.
Otherwise?
A flush rattled me and I held onto it as if it was the only lifebelt left on earth.
Then it hit me that I was relying on the one thing Vik had seemed so certain he could never do, and I felt kinda sick. A lot sick, actually. Maybe it was the giant windows. “What’s that?”
Viktor’s lips twitched again. “A door handle.”
“And that?”
“The throttle. It controls the rotor speed?—”
“Shh. I don’t want to know.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“You look cute when you talk about it.”
“Not cute enough for me to finish a sentence?”
I bit back a dirty retort, focusing on the fact that I really did have no fucking clue how this thing was going to take flight, let alone not fall to the ground in a fiery ball of twisted metal. “Does it go straight up?”
“From here? No.” Viktor pointed to a marked circle in the tarmac fifty feet away. “We will taxi there first.”
I frowned. “Like . . . a plane?”
“The aircraft has wheels.”
