“You’ll know soon enough,” I told her as I reached over to grab her seatbelt and buckle her into the seat next to me.
One thing I’d never compromised on was the comfort of my private jet.
When Asher and I had owned our tech company, we’d traveled a lot.
Sleep and comfort while I was flying had been critical to my mental and physical health.
Lauren’s eyes had almost popped out of her head when I’d given her a tour.
She’d admitted flying in Tanner’s jet a few times after he’d gotten it, but she’d apparently never really explored the entire aircraft or made herself at home in it. She’d simply used it to travel back and forth to Crystal Fork to visit when she’d lived in Boston.
Hell, I’d never really looked at my jet through someone else’s eyes.
It had always been like a second home to me whenever I had to be in the air for long periods of time.
Luxury was something I’d gotten used to a long time ago.
I didn’t really think about having extravagant things that most people didn’t anymore.
It was just…normal for me.
She crossed her arms over her gorgeous breasts. “Okay, I’ll just wait until we take off and see what direction we’re headed.”
I grinned at her.
Fuck!She was so damn adorable when she was excited.
And shewasexcited.
I could see the anticipation in her inquisitive gaze.
Yeah, she’d probably figure out our destination eventually.
She was smart, and once we started to head north for an extended amount of time, she’d probably catch on.
I grinned at her as the jet started to race down the airstrip. “Let me know when you figure it out.”
She reached over and took my hand, squeezing it so tightly that I knew that her iron grip was a little more than anticipation.
“You okay?” I asked, concerned.
She nodded, but she looked incredibly tense. “I’m kind of a nervous flier. I don’t fly very often, and takeoffs and landings make me a little anxious. I’ll be fine in a minute.”
I threaded my fingers through hers, trying to comfort her until we were in the air.
I wasn’t surprised that she got anxious during what was known as the two most dangerous parts of flying.
Christ!I hated the frightened look on Lauren’s face.
“We’re headed for Alaska,” I said gruffly to try to distract her as the wheels left the airstrip.
I needed to do something until we got to our cruising altitude.
“What?” she squeaked as she turned her head to gape at me.
Well, at least my strategy had worked.
She didn’t look frightened anymore.
