Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
That was when we started pulling everything up on Paxton. Mac found so much information, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything besides the female in the pictures. All my focus was on that beautiful blonde. The one Paxton seemed to be comfortable around. The things I experience when I think about my maybe husband and this woman cause me irrational anger along with a barrage of other feelings I don’t understand.
It freaks me the fuck out, but I strangely don’t want it to stop. There is something thrilling about it all. Or maybe I have simply lost my mind.
The drive to the private airport isn’t far; the plane is already waiting for us. “Listen.” Mac grabs my forearm before I can exit the car. “That kissing the lens thing was funny and kind of adorable. So I’m going up these stairs first, and you follow behind me. When you get to the top, turn around and blow a kiss and then enter the plane.” I stare at her. Why would I do such a thing? “I’m serious.”
“I don’t blow kisses.”
“Did you kiss the camera lens before?”
“No.” She has a point. “Why?”
“Because we’re fucking with him.” Mac wiggles her brows. Yes, he could still be watching. This could be payback for the wink. I do love payback. “Now watch me.” I do as instructed, and Mac shows me how to blow a kiss as if I’ve never seen it done before. I have to do it five times before she says we’re good to go. “Give your ass a little shake too.”
“I will do no such thing.”
“Fine, I had to try.” I follow her up the stairs and do as instructed. It feels strange, and one of the men on the tarmac pretends to catch it.
“Someone else stole my air kiss,” I tell Mac as I enter the plane and freeze.
“Who stole your kiss?” Bonte stands there, arms folded over her chest, a glare aimed at both Mac and me. Neither of us responds. “You bitches were going to go on a trip without me.”
“You have twins at home,” I remind her.
“Who do not have a deadbeat father.” Fair.
“Whoa, I’m lost here,” Mac says, appearing thoroughly confused. Not the norm for her.
“Kittens. I got kittens.”
“Oh!” Mac says very loud and dramatically. “Who’s out here having twins and not telling me?” Oh, yes. Mac has her there, so I simply nod. It’s often better to say nothing at all.
“Fine.” Bonte gives us one last glare before perking up. “So where are we off to?”
“Does he know you escaped?” I ask Bonte, and both she and Mac burst into laughter.
“When did she get jokes?” Bonte says through laughter.
“I don’t know. She got winked at, and now her brain has gone haywire.” They both keep laughing, and I can’t deny this, so instead I take a seat. I may act as though their antics are annoying, but if I’m being honest with myself, I love them.
My phone starts to go off, and I see it’s Paxton. I should have hidden my number when I called him before. I’d thought about it, but in the end I hadn’t. Is this why? Deep down I know it is. I wanted him to be able to reach out to me. I’ll never admit that out loud to anyone else.
“Naomi Marino,” I say when I answer the call. This gets the two hyenas to stop cackling.
“Sunshine—”
I cut him off before he can say more. “You’ve been watching me.”
“As often as I can.” I think I was expecting a denial, but no. He’s so casual about it too. I’m finding that I like that he watches me. Never would I have thought it would be something I craved, but here I am.
“What do you need?”
“I was only calling to tell you to have a safe flight.” Mac was right, he’s still watching. Which makes me wonder if he saw his kiss get stolen. Is he jealous? I won’t ask.
“I’m not the pilot, so I don’t have that control.”
Paxton chuckles. “You have a point. Be safe and stop blowing kisses at other men.”
“It wasn’t at—” I press my lips firmly together.
“I know it was for me, Sunshine.”
“Holy hell, I love their flirting,” Bonte says, and I smack her thigh; she yelps and slides out of her chair dramatically. The flight attendant Suzie steps over her.
“Try not to kill anyone.”
“I can’t promise that.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to.”
“Well, okay. Bye.” I end the call and look at the girls. That was off. “I ended that call wrong, didn’t I?”
“No.” Bonte gets off the floor, dropping down into the seat next to mine. Mac sits in the one across from us. “If he’s into you, then be yourself.”
“He’s into the protection and money our partnership could provide him.”
“I don’t know.” Mac takes the bottle of water from Suzie. “He seemed really into you last night. He was willing to get rid of a dead body for you. That’s the equivalent of taking out the trash as a married couple.”