“I promise, Kitty.” His voice darkened until it vibrated through my entire body. “And I don’t break my promises.”
I let that truth settle in my bones.
Because I, the chronically suspicious Frasier sibling, the one who tested her dates, who thought her sisters were too slack on their boyfriends…
…believed him.
FIFTEEN
TEXT CHAT
Me: I think I’m in love
Lara: With?
Lara: Are you still high?
Lara: This is what happens when you take more than the prescribed dose in ONE GO
Lara: Honestly, it’s like you don’t even work in healthcare lol
Me: No. In lust then.
Lara: More acceptable. Pics or it never happened?
Me: It happened.
Lara: Have you joined the mile-high club?
Me: No. Wish I had lol
Me: Not sure I’d get off when I’m terrified the plane’s about to crash but hell, if anyone can make miracleshappen, it’s him.
Me: Wow. This is crazy. I’ve never felt anything like this before, Lara
Lara: Miracles? Him?
Me: Plane Daddy
Lara: LOLOL
Me: Anyway, waiting to board.
Lara: PICS OR IT NEVER HAPPENED
Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah
SIXTEEN
STAN
Destiny had nothing to do with it.
A man forged his own fucking destiny, and I knew asking Star to seat us together, her ribbing be damned, had been the right thing to do because my dream girl’s face lit up when she joined me on the connecting flight to Cancún.
After slipping into her seat, she declared almost immediately, “Picture tax.”
I didn’t argue. Not when she leaned over the console separating us and pressed her face close to mine. So close that I could scent her perfume—honey blossom and something deeper, muskier.
