I incline my head in a small gesture and continue following him. “Aren’t you wondering how I got here? Or, how I knew you were here?”
His lips curve. “A helicopter in the quiet night’s sky isn’t hard to miss, and Leo is the only one who knows about the purchase.”
“Oh,” I mumble under my breath. Of course.
“Here. You’re trembling.”
I shake my head and give Nate back his jacket. “I’m not cold. I’m nervous.”
He gives me a meaningful look, and I know if we weren’t steps away from the waiting helicopter, he’d be changing his mind to talk now. Instead, he helps me up and then climbs in himself before buckling me in and putting the headphones on my ears.
“Can you hear me?” I ask into the microphone.
He nods. “Yes. So, keep it PG.”
“Me? You’re the one with the dirty mouth.”
He waggles his brows, then takes my hand in his and places it on his thigh. I sigh on the inside, already feeling less stressed.
Nate’s therapy is sailing, mine is his touch.
The pilot adjusts the settings and presses a million buttons before he asks, “Are you ready, Mr. Davenport?”
Nate glances in my direction. “You, good Mads?”
“I am.” I nod dutifully.
He squeezes my hand, then turns back toward the pilot. “You heard the lady, let’s do it.”
A short while later we land, and Nate escorts me to a different plane than the one I arrived in.
This one is on the smaller side, but you can tell right away it’s pure luxury.
“How many planes do you have?”
His eyes sparkle with laughter. “Me, personally? Zero.”
“Don’t be smart.” I teasingly hit my shoulder into his. “How many does the family have?”
“M-Squared owns a large plane with The Valencia Hotel Group since we both work closely together, especially internationally.”
Is he kidding me right now? “Semantics, Nate.Youare M-Squared, and Seb is The Valencia Hotel Group.”
“True.” He chuckles. “This smaller plane is technically Harrison’s, but we all use it. He bought it when Claud was born so he could get from point A to point B quicker. For short work trips, or there are times she’s out at the beach house with one of us, and he wants to get to her after work, not having to worry about sitting in four hours of traffic.”
I was wrong before. I run my hands down my face, shaking it lightly. After all these years, I guess I’m not immune to the words that come out of his mouth.
“So whose plane did I use?”
“When all of the planes are in use, Leo has two companies he uses via an app. It’s like Uber for planes.”
I look at him deadpan. “Uber for planes.”What next?
We’re interrupted when the pilot descends the plane’s stairs to greet us. Nate takes his outstretched hand, a smile plastered wide across his face. “Evening, Dick.”
My eyes widen as I look between him and the other god in front of me. The pilot, a Christian Bale look-alike, lets out a deep rumble. “Careful. Remember, I’m in charge of flying this plane.”
Nate reaches over and pulls me into his side so quickly I nearly trip over my feet. “Yeah, and now I have precious cargo on board. Practicing your best flying is expected.”
