poor single mom. I’d never been to France. Hell, I’d never been to Canada. And that was just a car ride over a bridge. Never had any reason to go to Canada. France, on the other hand, I would love to visit someday. Maybe on my honeymoon.
He poured, stowed the bottle, and sipped while I tried not to drool. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a taste? This is true Champagne, not the sparkling grape juice some people call champagne.”
Jerk. Now I really wanted to taste it, to see if it was different from the wine I so loved. But I couldn’t do it. Not even a taste. It would be too tempting to keep drinking and then... “Nope. Thanks.” Literally biting my tongue, I stared out the window. The scenery wasn’t much to look at. Trees. Farms. Lots and lots of corn. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
There was a little purr in his voice I didn’t like. What did he have up his sleeve now?
My stomach rumbled and I pressed my hand against it to try to muffle the embarrassing sound.
“Hungry?” he asked, laughter making his voice bounce a little.
“I ate a small lunch.”
“Good.” He sipped some more.
The car turned onto a rural two-lane road that meandered over rolling hills through farmland. I watched barns and cows and corn whiz by, wondering where we were going.
I had to give it to Kent, when he wanted to pull off something big, something exciting, he knew how to do it. I’d never been so excited on a date before. The limo turned into a drive leading to a small cluster of one-storied buildings. The sign read Washtenaw County Airport.
Airport? What the hell?
I looked at Kent. Grinning like a total goon, he lifted his glass. “Up for some adventure?”
“Adventure? Where?”
“Alaska.”
I choked. On my own saliva.
He handed me his glass, and I downed half its contents in a series of frantic gulps.
Alaska? Had he said Alaska?
“What did you say?” I croaked between sputters.
“I thought we’d have dinner in Fairbanks… tomorrow evening. Tonight we dine on the jet.”
“But… Alaska?” I was going to faint. I grabbed the closest thing to me, which happened to be Kent’s arm, and held on for life.
“What’s wrong?”
“Alaska? I can’t go to Alaska. Not now. Not today.” I concentrated on breathing. Innn. Outttt. Innn. Outttt.
“Why?”
I couldn’t believe this. What was he trying to do? Why was he taking me so far away? “I have… what about the electrician? And I didn’t pack any clothes. And… and…” And that airplane didn’t look big enough to fly across Kent’s backyard, let alone across a freaking continent. I’d never been in a plane, let alone one that small.
He gave me an up-and-down perusal. “I’ll buy you some clothes. I think we could find something nicer to wear just about anywhere. Like, in an abandoned barn. And my assistant is handling the electrician.”
I had to get out of this. Sure, I would love to travel. Someday. But not today. I wasn’t ready for this. “But what about your work?”
“I decided I could take a couple of days off.”
Of course he’d decided to take some time off. Just my freaking luck! “I’m sure you’ll regret that. Won’t your business go belly up without you?”
“No, of course not.” He leaned closer as the limo’s rear door swung open. “What’s wrong? Afraid to be alone with me on a plane?”
I felt all the color drain from my face. “How long is the flight?”
“Oh, I’m going to guess about seven hours.”
I looked out the open door. There stood the plane, in sight. It was small. Not one of those micro planes that carried one or two people, but not a commercial sized jet either.
I gulped.
I was stuck. In that little thing? For seven hours. With a Kent Payne who was hell bent on seducing me. How had things gotten so fucked up?
With any luck, I’d be too terrified to be seduced.
Chapter 6
I curled my fingers around the ends of the armrests and
Don Pendleton, Dick Stivers