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lobby when the elevator doors opened.
    “Perfect timing, Mr. Wakefield. Your cab just pulled up. May I take that luggage out for you?”
    “Thank you.” Brian slipped a folded bill into the man’s hand. Robin couldn’t be sure, but it looked like a hundred dollars. Nervous sweat dampened the palms of her hands. Cripes, she was a nurse. She’d never been around money like that—a hundred dollar tip?
    “And you’ll see to it that the apartment is cleaned and ready for us?” Brian asked.
    “Certainly, sir. Safe journey.”
    They swept out the door and into the cab. In less than ten minutes, the car pulled up in front of the terminal at Lindbergh Field.
    More money appeared in Brian’s hand as a Red Cap came up to help with their luggage. Robin’s eyes almost popped out of her head when they entered the First Class Lounge. A table held a coffee and tea pot, platters of muffins and sweet rolls. Another was lined with fresh, cut fruit. Brian gave their tickets to the hostess, along with his passport and her driver’s license. Then he took her hand and led her over to a comfortable chair.
    “Do you want anything to eat? More coffee?” he asked.
    “Hey, I’m the nurse. I should be waiting on you.” Before she could get up, the woman came over and handed Brian’s papers back to him. “You’re all set. This is the breakfast flight, and we won’t be seating for another half hour, so if you’d like coffee or something to eat?”
    Robin’s stomach growled, but her nervousness warned her to wait before putting any food in there. “Just coffee, please, black.”
    “Same for me.” Brian sat next to her and picked up a copy of the morning newspaper resting on a table.
    Robin’s gaze traveled around the well-appointed room. She felt so out of place in her stiff nurse’s uniform, while all the other passengers wore expensive clothes. One woman even had a mink stole around her shoulders and enormous diamond studs in her ears. Brian seemed oblivious to his surrounds. He might have lost his memory but clearly, he fit right into these luxurious surroundings.
    Evil tendrils of doubt crept into her brain. What was she thinking? She didn’t belong here. She should leave, now.
    Brian reached over and touched her arm. “They’re starting to board. Ready?”
    “Yes, yes I am.” She stood straight and preceded Brian onto the plane. The flight attendant seated them in the small, first-class section.
    “Want the window?” Brian asked. “Not that you’ll be able to see much.”
    “Yes, I’d love it.” She settled in and clasped her seatbelt with shaking fingers. “How’s your head? Need a pill before we take off?”
    “No, I’m still good. A little tired, though.” His luscious blue eyes crinkled at the edges, and a wicked smile lit up his face. “I didn’t get much sleep last night for some reason.”
    She felt herself grow moist at the very thought of the mind-blowing sex they’d had. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Wakefield. I promise I won’t let it happened again.”
    He just laughed and clicked his own seatbelt.
    Soon she heard the doors close with a thud, and the plane gave a lurch and started moving backwards. She’d been so excited about the trip she never noticed the plane filling with coach passengers.
    When the plane reached the end of the runway, she clasped the arms of her chair with sweaty palms. The engines roared, and soon they were barreling down the runway. Staring out the window, she prayed she wouldn’t wet her pants or vomit.
    “Are you okay, honey?” Brian lips were close to her ear. “Hey, I never asked. This isn’t your first flight, is it?” He leaned back and looked at her.
    “No, of course not.” She paused and smiled. “It’s my second.”
    Brian’s hearty laugh amused the woman in the fur who sat across the aisle from them.
    Her stomach whooped as the big jet turned left and she found herself looking down at the ocean. He patted her hand. Soon it was level again and headed