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Chapter 24
“Youwantmetoputmyhairup?”
“Yes.”
IquicklydoasI’masked.
“Inyougo,”Christiancommands.He’sstillsobossy.Igotoclimbintotheback.
“No,front.Thepilotsitsintheback.”
“Butwon’tyoubeabletosee?”
“I’llseeplenty.”Hegrins.
Idon’tthinkIhaveeverseenhimsohappy—bossy,buthappy.Iclamberin,settlingdownintotheleatherseat.Itissurprisinglycomfortable.Christianleansover,pullstheharnessovermyshoulders,reachesbetweenmylegsforthelowerbelt,andslotsitintothefastenerthatrestsagainstmybelly.Hetightensalltherestrainingstraps.
“Hmm,twiceinonemorning,Iamaluckyman,”hewhispers,andkissesmequickly.“Thiswon’ttakelong—twenty,thirtyminutesatmost.Thermalsaren’tgreatthistimeofthemorning,butit’ssobreathtakingupthereatthishour.Ihopeyou’renotnervous.”
“Excited.”Ibeam.
Wheredidthisridiculousgrincomefrom?Actually,partofmeisterrified.Myinnergoddess—she’sunderablanketbehindthesofa.
“Good.”Hegrinsback,strokingmyface,thendisappearsfromview.
Ihearandfeelhismovementsasheclimbsinbehindme.Ofcoursehe’sstrappedmeinsotightlyIcan’tmovearoundtoseehim…typical!Weareverylowontheground.Infrontofmeisapanelofdialsandleversandabigstickthing.Ileaveeverythingalone.
MarkBensonappearswithacheerfulgrinashechecksmystrapsandleansinandchecksthecockpitfloor.Ithinkit’stheballast.
“Yep,that’ssecure.Firsttime?”heasksme.
“Yes.”
“You’llloveit.
