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Me: I’d never lie to you, Addie.

Addie: Emmit . . .

That one-word response killed me. I wanted more than anything to be standing back in front of her again. This time I would pull her toward me and give her what she wanted.

Me: I can tell Hank to turn around. He’ll be pissed. But I would do it.

Addie: LOL. No! I guess I’ll have to wait until the next time I see you again for that kiss.

I inhaled a deep breath and then slowly blew it out as I tried to keep my betraying dick from thinking too hard about Adaline’s words.

Me: Tell me when I’ll see you again.

I sat there and stared at my phone like a pansy ass. A minute went by, and I was beginning to feel like I wanted to pull my hair out of my head.

Addie: Sorry, Daddy called. Soon.

Fucking hell. Why is she torturing me?

Me: Soon as in a week? Two weeks? Three?

Her reply was almost instant. As if she knew what I was going to ask.

Addie: Night, Emmit. Sleep well.

I couldn’t help but smile. That little brat, she was going to leave me hanging.

Me: Okay, I’ll play along. Night, Addie. Sweet dreams.

Setting my phone down, I got back under the covers grinning like a damn fool. If God was giving me a second chance with Adaline Morgan, I was not going to mess it up. I’d do anything to prove to her how much I loved her.

Anything.

AS I SAT ON THE tan leather seat, I glanced out the window and took in a deep breath.

Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m flying on a private jet. Is this my life?

“Miss Morgan, would you like a glass of champaign before we take off?”

“No thank you. I will however take a beer if you have one?”

Giving me a perfect smile, she said, “Bud Light okay with you?”

“Perfect,” I said.

Less than two minutes later, the flight attendant returned with a bottle of Bud Light and a chilled glass. Taking the bottle, I said, “I’m a simple girl. I’ll go with the bottle.”

She let out a chuckle and said, “We’ll be taking off in about ten minutes.”

My knee bounced as I glanced around the private plane that was owned by Jack Elliot. There were three drivers on the Elliot Racing Team and from what I could tell, this plane was at their disposal any time they wanted it.

I closed my eyes and dropped my head back against the seat as I rubbed my sweaty hands over my jeans.

“Are you are a nervous flier?”

The flight attendant had a soothing voice. I was half tempted to ask her to tell me a story while we flew from Aust

in to Tennessee. Opening my eyes, I gave a somewhat pouty face. “Yes. I’ve always been afraid to fly and being in this small plane is not helping any.”