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secret." The car continued down the interstate, Jesse's eyes on me and not the highway. "Want to take a side trip with me?"
    Given our first encounter made my knees weak, the thought of going anywhere alone with Jesse worried me.
    "I don't think so, and I'm serious—turn this car around."
    "Don't tell me you're afraid of me?"
    "Of course I'm not afraid of you." Petrified would be a better description. "I don't want either of us to get into trouble."
    "Where's the fun in that? Mommy will be occupied for the next couple hours, anyway. She's doing another interview."
    My fingernails dug into the edges of the butter-soft upholstery. Jordan requested someone else to interview? Selection A. Did that mean I was his first choice or The Program's? Silly of me to think I could be the only candidate Jordan Mason asked to interview. Blue banded and five diamonds ensured he'd have his pick of top candidates and after my award winning performance, the decision would be easy. I hated feeling a twinge of jealousy over some boy I'd never met.
    Jesse interrupted my thoughts. "I'll let you in on a secret. You don't have to worry about other candidates. I'm sure you're already chosen."
    "Then you know zilch. Trust me. I messed up, royally."
    "I don't think that's possible."
    "Totally possible, and if your mother has any say, I'll be the last candidate considered."
    "I'm telling you, Mars, Jordan's already made up his mind."
    "Mars? Don't. That's my dad's nickname for me. And how would you know anything about what your brother wants?"
    "Because he's been instant messaging constantly and I told him either he chose you, or I'd sway you my way." Another playful grin curled on Jesse's mouth. "And like it or not, Mars sticks because someone as pretty as you can't be from this planet."
    "Beyond pathetic."
    Peering out the front windshield, I noticed boats, not planes come into view, and the shimmer of water appeared on the horizon. "Where are we going?"
    Jesse flashed a dangerous smile, one holding a secret. "I want to show you something."
    I leaned over the seat. "What about my flight? The pilot is expecting me." Breathe Marli. "Dammit Jesse! I can't be late!"
    "Calm down. You're with your pilot."
    "What? You're joking, right?" His shoulders lifted slightly. I slid back into the seat, officially trapped. I clenched the hem of my skirt and snarled my frustration. "Great! I'm a hostage."
    Jesse laughed. "You're cute when you're mad. I like how your mouth does that little corkscrew thing."
    I pinned an infuriated glower to the eyes watching me from the rearview mirror. He blew a loud sigh and let me fume. A few minutes later, he braved jumping back into conversation.
    "So your flight here. Awful?"
    "You flew me to Miami, too?"
    "Sure did."
    Concentrating on smoothing the creases in my skirt, I kept my eyes down and attempted playing nice. "How long have you been a pilot?"
    "We actually got our licenses before our driving permits."
    I'd forgotten Jordan listed "flying" among his many accomplishments.
    Casually, I slung my arm over the back of Jesse's seat. "Do you fly helicopters too?"
    An unreadable expression covered his face. "Not exactly."
    "How do you not exactly fly a helicopter?"
    He kept his eyes trained on the traffic. "I never took the flight test. Aced the written exam, but something came up before I got a chance to pass the practical part."
    "Why don't you do it now?"
    "It's complicated. And personal," he replied, all humor gone.
    "Personal, I get." I let it go and perched my chin on my arm. My nose was inches from his neck, the alluring scent of his spicy cologne mixed with citrus-fragranced shampoo emanating off his skin. "So where are you taking me?" the question sounding too husky to be innocent. I eased away, catching the hint of a smile on his mouth in the rearview mirror.
    Crap.
    His answer came out equally rough. "The harbor. I told you I have something to show you, but I need a boat."
    "Let me guess. Not a canoe?"
    "Slightly bigger,"