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flying first class?”
    “Yep.”
    The grin that popped onto her face spread so wide as to make her cheeks hurt. She loved first-class.
    The warmth from his hand at the small of her back had the jumping beans in her belly bouncing off the walls. Right behind her naval, there was a tug strong enough to make her suck in her stomach. As crazy and insane as she’d sounded telling him she wanted a two-week blazing-hot affair, now she was glad her cards were on the table. She wanted Drake Gentry and she wanted him more than she wanted the Cowboys to win the Super Bowl.
    Their seats were 7A and 7B in the last row of first class, which worked for her. At least she could stretch out her legs.
    “Can I get you a beverage?” a perky brunette flight attendant asked. “Coffee? Orange juice? Water?”
    Drake waited for KC to answer first. “Orange juice.”
    He nodded. “The same.”
    “Do you want champagne with that? A couple of mimosas?”
    KC grinned. “Sounds great.”
    The woman turned and made her way upstream against the boarding passengers. If Drake had noticed the attendant’s firm ass or big boobs, he gave no indication. He pulled The Texas Business Journal from his carry-on and snapped it open in front of him.
    The sweet mimosas slid down her throat with ease. The champagne bypassed her stomach and went straight for her brain. The alcohol-induced buzz made reading difficult. Or maybe it was the early departure from her soft sheets. Whatever, the urge to sleep tugged at her until she closed her eyes and gave in.
    When she awoke, she was mortified to discover her head on Drake’s shoulder and her arm draped across the armrest between them. She stilled, afraid to move, afraid she’d find a drool spot on his shirt. Finally, she gathered her courage, sat up and was relieved to find his shirt was clean and dry.
    “Wow. Sorry about that.” She straightened in her seat. “How long have I been out?”
    “A couple of hours. We still have some time before we land. Have a nice nap?” His sizzling smile set off her herd of jumping beans and notched her heart rate up.
    “I did,” she said, directing her breathing toward her chest to make sure she didn’t hit him in the face with a blast of bad breath. “Can I slip past you? I need to get out.”
    He unbuckled and stood, waiting until she was standing in the aisle before he retook his seat. KC collected her purse from the overhead bin and hustled to the first-class lavatory to brush her teeth. If she wanted to have memories from this trip that would last a while, she should probably forgo drinking for the next couple of weeks, or at least practice some restraint.
    They landed at San Juan, Puerto Rico and changed planes, moving from a huge jet to a small puddle jumper that seated ten passengers. They found their seats in row two. As soon as they were buckled in, the small plane began taxiing for its short thirty-minute hop from San Juan to Sugar Island.
    The noise inside the craft made carrying on a conversation almost impossible, so she pulled out her digital reader and picked up where she’d left off in the romance she was reading, highlighting a couple of interesting sex scenes that deserved further consideration.
    As soon as they landed on Sugar Island and the small plane rolled to a stop, the snap of ten seat belts unbuckling resounded around the cabin. She stood with the rest of the passengers, gathered her things and waited for the door of the small plane to open. Since she’d had to ship her carry-on in the plane’s belly and she’d have to pick it up planeside, there was no reason to hurry.
    The other passengers dashed off, leaving Drake and her as the last two to exit. He just shook his head and grinned. “When I’m on vacation, no rushing allowed. I get enough of that in real life.”
    “Agreed.”
    When KC finally stood in the doorway, a blast of hot, humid air hit her face, sucking the breath from her lungs.
    “Like opening an oven,” the co-pilot