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"I know. That's what makes it so fun."
I shook my head. "If you say so."
He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his feet. “Look, you and Atticus?—”
I interrupted him gently. “Believe me I know. Every reservation you have, I have tenfold.”
“Just, you know he thinks he’s going to convince you to marry him right? He thinks he can just slide back into your life.”
“I’m aware. And I’ve made it clear I’m not doing that.”
Was that before or after he made you come the second time?
“You’re a grown woman. I can’t stop you. But you know you have a choice right? There are other options.”
Now was not the time to go into those other options. He deserved more care than I could give him right now. “It’ll be okay. I’ll be back in no time. Grab a scone from Cheeky Scone for me this weekend will you?”
“Of course.”
After our goodbyes, Atticus and I were driven to the private terminal at Heathrow. I'd flown private before, but never like this. Atticus hadn’t bothered to cancel our flight reservations. He figured if anyone was looking for us, they’d be looking at the commercial flights and go to The Dominican Republic, which was supposed to be our layover.
The jet was gorgeous. It looked like it could fit a band, all of their instruments, the roadies, everyone. It looked like a bloody tour bus, honestly.
At the bottom of the stairs, Atticus stepped aside, indicating I should go first. And as I climbed, I muttered under my breath, "Is this just so you can stare at my ass?"
I didn't expect him to hear me, but he replied, "I have been staring at it all day. It's burned into my mind. Just like the way you shiver when I palm you is seared into my memory."
I tripped. Not my finest moment.
Once on the plane, the steward pointed me toward the back. "Your guests are ready for you in the bedroom."
I hesitated. "I don't have any guests."
Behind me, Atticus placed my purse on one of the seats. "Do you need this? Do you have your laptop in here?"
"Yeah, I thought I'd get some work done."
He handed me my purse then. "Oh, okay you'll need it then."
"What's in the bedroom?" I asked anxiously.
"Why do you look nervous?"
"Because he just said I have guests back there."
He sighed. "It was on your calendar that you were supposed to get your hair done. The Winston Isles will have braiders, but I figured if I could make it easier on you, I should. Amelie and Elsie will take out your braids, and they've figured out a whole washing scenario. They'll get you rebraided before we land."
Something pinched deep in my chest as I blinked at him. "What?"
"Amelie and Elsie, they’re here to braid your hair."
Oh shit.
My nose started to prickle, and I quickly had to blink tears back. I've never been taken care of before. "Um, thank you."
"Sure. I figured with two of them it would go a lot faster."
"Yeah, it will. I-I appreciate it."
