didn’t have the set up to lock away a vampire, let alone keep a facility out of the human’s site.
He caught his mate swaying yet again as it became harder and harder for her to remain awake. “I’ve got your pain medicine in my pocket if you want to take some,” he stated as he turned his attention to her.
She frowned at him. “I was going to try to stay awake, but I don’t think that’s possible.” She shook her head, trying to knock the lethargy down, but failing to do so. “Damn, I really didn’t want to sleep on this plane ride,” she grumbled.
The plane had to be the nicest she had ever stepped foot on. When they had arrived at the private airstrip, she had hit the panic button, not sure where Donte was taking her. It had taken him calling Betty on his phone, and letting her speak to her friend, to confirm some friends of her brother-in-law, Walter, were flying her and Donte back to Texas so she didn’t have to worry about being in a crowded public plane. Betty had seemed excited she was on her way, and she clung to the cheerfulness she could hear in her friend’s voice like a lifeline. Could she be happy in Texas? Even more important, would she be safe?
She looked around at the inside of the plane. It was equipped with a lovely long couch, several recliners, and the loveseat they were sitting on in the main sitting area. They had also been told there was a small bedroom area that she was welcome to use when they first boarded the plane, but she had quickly nixed that option. As it was, she was having a hard time trying not to acknowledge what a good looking man her escort was.
When she had woken up from taking her meds yesterday, it had been night. She had slept all afternoon and evening, but when she awoke, she’d found Donte sitting in the exact same spot he had been in when she fell asleep. She had told him to go get something to eat, or take a walk to stretch his legs, but he had refused. The nurse came in shortly thereafter and gave her another pill for her pain, and she had fallen back to sleep almost immediately.
Now she was sitting beside the good looking hunk, trying to fight off sleep, and not be a total bitch just because she was in pain. Because really, it wasn’t his fault he was so good looking, was it? And nice on top of that. The guy had been nothing but cordial to her since their original spit-spat when he walked in the door, and she was pretty sure most of that was just her being a bitch because she hurt so damn bad.
She sighed and held out her hand for the medicine he was carrying for her. “You think there’s anything to drink on this plane?”
He gave her his award-winning smile as he stood from his seat. “I am sure there is. Sit tight, I’ll be right back.” He disappeared out of her sight and she leaned her head back up against the back of the loveseat. It certainly was more comfortable than anything she had ever owned. She thought about her escort. Donte had jet-black hair that was a bit longer than what she would have expected for a Texas Ranger, the ends brushing over his shoulder. His olive skin hinted to a Hispanic descent, and his muscles!!!! Lord have mercy the man had the build of a body builder. She wondered how often he went to the gym to maintain a body like that.
She opened her eyes to watch him walking down the aisle toward her, a man whom they had met briefly following him. “Miss, could I offer you juice, water, or soda?”
“Water will be fine, thank you,” she replied as she watched the man turn on his heel and disappear a quick second later. Although he wasn’t bad looking at all, compared to Donte, he didn’t even begin to measure up. She heard Donte chuckle as he sat back down beside her. “What is so funny?” she growled. What had gotten into her? She usually wasn’t this cross with others.
Donte gave her a wide grin. He’d read her thoughts about the steward not being anything compared to him. So she likes the way I look , he