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two of them were just sitting there with their gazes locked, those cool blue eyes of his burning right through her, making her heart accelerate.
    “Has anyone ever told you,” he said, breaking the silence, “that you’re very beautiful when you shut your mouth?”
    What!
His words jarred her back to reality. “Has anyone ever told you, Bennett, that you’re a pompous asshole?”
    “Yes. And that’s Mr. Wade, to you.”
    “Nope. You’re Bennett from now on. I’m demoting you in the human hierarchy.”
    He growled and was about to speak when an ear-splitting siren sounded over the intercom, flooding the cabin.
    Whatthehell?
Taylor instinctively gripped her armrests.
    Candy burst from the cockpit door, her face ghost white. “Mr. Wade?”
    Taylor looked at Bennett. “What’s wrong?”
    He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath as if collecting himself. When he opened them, he looked straight at Taylor. “Stay put. And buckle your seatbelt.” His tone indicated he wasn’t fucking around.
    Oh shit.
    Bennett disappeared into the cockpit, and Candy sat down in his place, strapping herself in. “I’m sure it will be all right. Just a little engine problem,” she said cheerfully, answering Taylor’s unasked question.
    But then why was Candy breathing so hard?
    Taylor glanced out the window and saw liquid draining from the wing.
    They were dumping their fuel.
    Ohmygod.
She popped from her seat and darted into the cockpit, where she saw Bennett and another man, presumably the captain, speaking into his headset. Bennett held the controls with one hand and was flipping switches with the other. Both men looked worried, but focused.
    Candy appeared at her side. “Ms. Reed, please come sit back down. You need to let them work.” She tried to tug Taylor back into the cabin, but she refused to move. All Taylor could see were images of the four of them crashing, going up in a ball of flames.
    “Taylor?” Bennett was now shaking her by the shoulders. How did he get in front of her? “You need to sit down.”
    Taylor blinked and looked up at Bennett. His dark brown brows were pulled together, but there was a soothing confidence in his eyes.
    “Are we going to die?” she asked, her voice trembling along with the rest of her.
    He placed his warm hand on her cheek, and the gesture instantly calmed her. “Yes. One day. You said so yourself. But if you go sit down, Frank and I will do our absolute best to ensure that it doesn’t happen today.” Just then, Bennett’s phone rang, playing Mozart’s
No. 13, Taylor recognized bemusedly.
    “It’s my mother. Could you tell her I love her?” He dug the cell from his pocket and handed it to Taylor.
    Taylor took the phone into her shaking hand and blinked at him.
    “Please?” His full lips curled into a subtle, but sinfully charming smile.
    “Uh. Sure. Okay.” Taylor bobbed her head, and Bennett gently nudged her back into the cabin and toward Candy who shoved her into a seat and buckled her in. All the while Bennett’s phone kept vibrating away in Taylor’s hand.
    Ohshit. Ohshit. He really wants me to say goodbye to his mother?
This was not good.
    Taylor pressed the green call button and held the phone to her ear. “Hello?”
    “Robin, dear. Is that you?”
    Who was Robin?
Probably one of his gazillion girlfriends.
    “Uh, no. This is Taylor.”
    “Taylor? What’s happened to Robin? Bennett better not have pissed her off. He can’t find his own asshole without her.”
    This was Bennett’s mother?
    “Um, no ma’am. I’m just a…friend of his.” Not that they were friends, but what else could she say? This wasn’t the time to explain their hostile relationship.
    “Ah. I see,” the woman said. “Well, please let my son know his mother is on the phone. It’s important.”
    “I’m sorry, Mrs. Wade, but Bennett is busy right now.”
    “Too busy for his own mother? Bullshit! You tell him to get his ass on the phone right now, or so help me God, I