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wouldn’t have to haul it with us, and headed off to the airport to
catch our flight. We made it through all the checkpoints just fine
and soon were boarded on the plane, in the air, on our way to New
York.
    “This is much better than the last flight I
was on,” I said, as I snuggled against Vance’s shoulder,
remembering back to my flight with his father, Damien, after he had
kidnapped me.
    “I’m sorry you had to go through all that,”
he replied, reaching his arm around so he could pat me gently on
the head with his hand.
    “It’s over,” I sighed, enjoying the safety I
felt in his arms. “Let’s not even talk about it.”
    “Fine by me,” he whispered, moving in to
place a gentle kiss on the top of my head, before resting his head
against mine.
    Our earlier activities of the day finally
caught up with us, and soon we were both fast asleep.
    I assumed the rest of the flight was
completely uneventful since we both slept deeply until we were
awakened several hours later when the pilot’s voice came over the
loudspeaker, announcing our decent into New York.
    I slowly stretched my limbs out, trying to
get the blood flowing once again.
    “Hi,” I said softly, when I looked over to
find Vance staring at me with a tender smile on his face.
    “Did you sleep well?” He let his eyes travel
over me.
    I nodded my head.
    “I always sleep better when I’m with you,” I
replied.
    “Well, it’s good that we’re married then,”
he replied in a lowered voice, “Because I plan on spending every
single night of my life at your side.”
    I smiled at him, reaching over to squeeze
his hand, just as the wheels of the plane touched down on the
runway.
    We disembarked and hurried through the
airport to catch our connecting flight to London. We made it easily
and were soon settled into the comfy chairs of our first class
seats awaiting take-off. I could see that there were definitely
going to be perks to having married a multi-millionaire.
    Thankfully, though, the money hadn’t seemed
to change Vance’s demeanor. Except for the fact he seemed happy to
share it with everyone he possibly could.
    “How are you feeling?” he asked me with a
smile as we waited for departure. “Tired?”
    “Actually I’m feeling pretty rested right
now after our last flight,” I said smiling back at him. “Why are
you asking?” I was suddenly suspicious of the secretive grin on his
face.
    He leaned in close to my ear so he could
whisper into it.
    “I thought you might have some interest in
joining the mile-high club between here and London,” he said
seductively, and I felt his warm breath caress my skin near my
earlobe, causing tiny goose bumps to break out on my skin.
    I pulled back in shock at his comment and
playfully slapped him against his shoulder.
    “You’re going to get us kicked off the
plane!” I laughed, and I flushed crimson from head to toe.
    “That color really does look beautiful on
you,” he added with a laugh, grabbing my chin in his hand, pulling
me back toward him before leaning over to kiss me, not caring about
who was looking.
    When he finally moved away from me, he
caught the eye of an elderly woman seated across the aisle, who was
staring at us with a frown over our public display of
affection.
    “Sorry,” he apologized to her with a wink.
“We’re on our honeymoon.”
    Her frown changed to a smile then, and a
knowing light reached her eyes. I could see he had instantly won
her over with his charm.
    “Congratulations,” she said. “I hope you’ll
have a very happy life together.”
    “Thank you,” we both replied, smiling,
before turning to look at each other once again.
    We began taxiing down the runway a short
time later, and the two of us leaned back against our seats. Vance
reached over and took my hand in his, interlocking our fingers
together. I just sat and looked at them as he absently rubbed his
thumb back and forth over mine.
    It amazed me how even the smallest gesture
he made could