My eyes widen, and my face fills with heat. “Jeez, just make it ten times worse, why don’t you?”
He gives a short laugh and looks out of the window. “We’re coming into Queenstown. You missed the Franz Josef glacier.”
“I slept the whole way?” Surprised, I follow his gaze to see the plane sweeping down the valley toward the town, close to landing. “You should have woken me.”
“Seemed a shame when you weren’t feeling well. Besides, the sound of the engines overrode your snoring.”
I bump his shoulder with mine. “I don’t snore.”
“I thought it was a foghorn at one point.”
“Oh, shut up.” I retrieve my purse, take out my compact, and examine my reflection to make sure I’m presentable.
“You’re wearing makeup today,” he says.
“Very observant of you.” Luckily, neither the mascara nor my eyeliner has smudged, and my eyebrows still look neat.
“Why do you want to cover your coloring?” he asks.
“I would have thought that was obvious.”
“No, it’s not.”
I frown. “Well it wouldn’t be to you, because you’re not a freak.”
He glares at me then, his eyes hard. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I say so.”
His bossy tone makes me roll my eyes. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll put you over my knee and spank the living daylights out of you. You’re stunning, and anyone who says otherwise is just jealous of your uniqueness.”
My jaw drops, both at his compliment and at his threat. “Jesus!”
“What?”
I steady myself as the plane’s wheels touch down with a bump. “That is an incredibly inappropriate comment to make.”
He snorts and pockets his phone. “I was just teasing, keep your knickers on.” His gaze slides to me. “I know that’s not the status quo for you.”
“Caesar!”
He turns to me then and fixes me with a firm gaze. “If you really think I’m going to be able to spend all weekend with you and not try and unsettle you as much as you’re unsettling me, you’ve got another thing coming.”
I’m unsettling him? I try not to dwell on that and say, “It’s anotherthinkcoming.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is. Google it.”
“I will.” He pulls out his phone and stabs at the keyboard while the plane taxies to the gate. Then he scowls.
“Told you,” I say smugly.
“It makes no sense.”
