Page 21 of Wife By Accident

“I already told you. I want to sort out our divorce.”

“We could do that in different states. Clearly you have the money to pay for a good lawyer.”

“Okay. You got me.” Leo glanced back at her, “I’d like to get to know you, Olivia.”

“There isn’t that much to know.”

“I’m sure that isn’t true. See, we got married. And I happen to know that I have impeccable taste in all aspects of my life, so you must be pretty amazing if I wanted to marry you.”

“Wow. You complimented me and yourself all in the same sentence.”

“It’s one of my many talents. But seriously, Olivia. Don’t you think there could be something between us that we should explore?”

Olivia’s mouth went suddenly dry as she remembered that passionate kiss from the night before, her last memory before everything went fuzzy. Hadn’t she just been wondering if she’d made the right choice by never pursuing love or romance? Maybe this was a chance to escape her regular life a little longer than she’d thought, with a handsome man by her side. And he was right. She didn’t have a job to get back to yet, and she could use a little time to figure out what she wanted to do next.

"Fine."

"Fine?”

“I’ll come to New York,” Olivia said in a rush. “But just for a few days. A week, tops.”

“Agreed,” Leo said. “The moment you’re ready to leave, I’ll arrange a ticket for you.”

“Okay, then.” Olivia sat back in the passenger seat, her heart racing a little from her spontaneous agreement. “I guess that’s settled.”

“Wonderful. In that case, I’d better divert towards the private airport, because we have a flight to catch in… ten minutes.”

Olivia’s eyes widened. “Will we make it?”

“We will. And if we’re a little late, the plane will wait for us. It’s my plane, after all.”

“Right. Your plane.” Olivia shook her head. She was tempted to ask Leo just how rich he was, but she managed to keep her mouth shut. Instead, she reached for the radio and turned the music back on. A song about road trips and lost loves came over the radio, and she turned up the volume.

“This is a great song,” Leo said.

“It is!” Olivia smiled at him. “Maybe that’s why we got married — similar taste in music.”

“Maybe,” Leo agreed. “How do you feel about classic rock?”

“Um, mostly good?” Olivia suggested. Leo laughed.

“That might not be it, then. I’m a big fan of classic rock. What music do you usually listen to?”

“I’m boring,” Olivia admitted. “I like pop music.”

“That’s not boring. Maybe the reason for our wedding was something else. What are your thoughts on chocolate?”

“Love it.”

“There we go.” Leo flashed her a smile as they exited the main road. They’d left behind the main part of Las Vegas by now and were entering a scrubby desert area. A sign for the Henderson airport passed on the left — Olivia had never heard of it before. “So do I.”

“Well, as they always say, mutual love of chocolate is the foundation of a solid marriage,” Olivia quipped. “But the real test is olives. Love them or hate them?”

“Love them,” Leo said without hesitation.

“Hate them,” Olivia replied. She shrugged, “I guess we’re doomed.”

“Maybe so.” Leo steered the car into the parking lot of a small private airport. “But I’m glad we get the chance to figure that out.” In front of them, there was a low building with glass doors, a small control tower, and several jets ranging in size from tiny two-seaters to large planes with staircases.