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can’t keep my hands off him. Especially since it helps my fear of flying.
    Gabriel held my hand securely in his, squeezing it once as if he knew the directions of my thoughts. He ushered me into an awaiting limo, eager to be off. Still it felt strange to see someone other than Waylon holding open the door. “Do you always travel in style?”
    “First class all the way, baby, is how I do it. Especially when I have you.” He wound his arm around my waist and pulled me tight. “I also had a drink.”
    “When? You mean on the plane?”
    “Yep.”
    Seeing the confusion on my brow, Gabriel said, “I seem to remember a certain young lady who once lectured me quite loudly about drinking and driving. Do you remember that young lady, Emma?”
    I did remember. Prom night. Gabriel’s hand up my dress and his wickedly soft lips traveling across my neck. His offer to drive even though he’d emptied a flask in a short period of time.
    “Well, I’m happy to know something I’ve said stuck with you.”
    “It was good advice. I shouldn’t be surprised considering the source.”
    Gabriel’s praise always had me feeling equal parts pleasure and shyness. Usually I hid it. I didn’t want to do that anymore but it was hard going to break ingrained habits. So I bit my lip and looked down at my lap, seemingly very interested in my hands.
    “You really don’t forget anything, do you?”
    “Nothing that concerns you, Emma. You are the center of my world, after all.”
    “I really haven’t earned the right to be the center of your world, Gabriel.”
    Gabriel curled his fingers beneath my chin. He tipped it up until my gaze met his. “Surely you really don’t believe that, do you?”
    I remained silent, helpless beneath the weight of his sincerity. I knew he loved me, but I still didn’t understand why.
    As if he heard my thoughts, Gabriel whispered, “Emma, one day you’ll understand how much I really love you and why. Until then, please just know that I do love you more than anything in the world. You are my center and you always will be.”
    My cheeks flushed with pleasure. “You’re spoiling me.”
    Gabriel smiled, his beautiful gaze sparkling with an enigmatic mix of emotions. He brushed his lips against mine in a sweet brief kiss. “That is the point, my dear. Besides, how can it be spoiling when I’m simply telling you the truth?”
    “Don’t put me on too high of a pedestal. It’s going to hurt worse when I fall.”
    He sighed. “Pessimist.” Gabriel rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. “One day your glass will be half full just like mine.”
    I didn’t have the heart to point out that his glass was much, much bigger than mine. “Maybe.”
    “Come here, baby,” he ordered while directing my head to rest against his chest. “You must still be a little groggy from your nap, yes? You’ll feel better soon. Promise.”
    “I’m not groggy—”
    “ Rest , Emma.”
    We soon left the airport behind. And Gabriel was right. I did feel better the longer I heard his heart beat beneath my ear. Soon the limo wound its way towards a town with narrow streets and long sidewalks.
    “I’m done resting, don’t you think?”
    “Hmm, I guess. Come on, pop up. My kitten is curious and won’t be satisfied unless she sees the world.”
    “I’m a kitten now?”
    “For the moment. I’m sure the bunny will make a return soon enough.”
    I grinned before sitting up to study the life surrounding us. Pedestrians streamed along both sides. Couples walked hand-in-hand while mothers pushed their babies in colorful strollers. I smiled as I watched a Great Dane decide he’d walked enough, despite his owner’s pleas to move from the middle of the sidewalk.
    “There’s a lot of people out today,” Gabriel remarked blandly.
    “It is the weekend.” I looked over my shoulder back at him with a sly smile. “Too bad you can’t empty out the streets.”
    “Is that a challenge?”
    I didn’t care for the glint in his

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