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She worries her bottom lip as she watches me. “Go on.”
“So, I might have had the RV delivered here. I might have hired a driver. I might have been planning to kidnap you. A little.”
The anger in her eyes softens. Just a fucking bit. And that’s a start.
“A little kidnapping? So you’re an honest serial killer? That makes me feel a whole lot better.”
I raise my fingers a centimeter apart. “A little kidnapping, no serial killing. And as RVs go, it’s pretty fucking sweet.”
She blinks a few times at me. “And this was all because of last night?”
I sniff and adjust my balls. “Yep. You and me, we’re matches and gasoline. And if I can spend eight hours with you, getting to know you and getting you where you need to go, be that Massachusetts or somewhere more metaphorical...” I give her a slow up and down stare, lingering on the valley between her legs for one beat, two, three. “Then that’s what I’m gonna do.”
Her cheeks are deep red and her hazel eyes are glistening. That’s happiness, and I fucking love the way that makes me feel. “You’re really such a cocky bastard. Divorce lawyers are the worst.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
She inhales slowly, flaring her nostrils. “If you can get me to my sister’s wedding before she notices I’m late, maybe—maybe—you’ll win yourself some points with me.”
Fuck yeah, this is my kind of winning. “Deal.”
“This is the kind of camping I could get used to.” She spins around, running her hands over the shining burlwood wall as I close and lock the partition that separates the driver from the back of the RV, which is more like a mobile condo.
When I hatched my plan, at first, I thought I’d get a limo, drive her wherever she was going. Then, I picked up the phone to charter a plane. But, both of those have flaws. A limo is too impersonal, too cramped. The flight would be too fast, not enough amenities for what I planned.
Then I remembered the RV. I got on the phone with a company that I know tricks out custom RVs for musicians and high-end clients. I told him go get it, do everything they could to trick it out in the time they had, then deliver it with a driver to the airport and there was no jacking around on price.
It was worth the hundred grand. It’s perfect, and more perfect because she thinks so as well.
The engine hums as the massive machine lurches forward.
“You hungry? Thirsty?” I move to the little kitchen and open the refrigerator, showing her that it’s stocked with everything from champagne to orange juice, soda, food, cheeses, fruit. When I told them to get it ready, I meant everything, and they didn’t disappoint.
“No.”
She leans on the counter and I reach for her hand.
“I’m hungry. If you remember, my sister cock blocked my dessert last night.”
She smiles as her eyes sparkle and a tight grin tugs on her lips. “That she did. I hope we can mend that fence with her. She didn’t seem to like me on her desk.”
“Already done. Now, come. I want to show you something.”
I shift her body in front of me, hands on her shoulders, and walk her step by step toward the back of the bus to the closed door.
“Open it.”
She tosses me this cute, little girl sort of look over her shoulder before she reaches for the handle. The door clicks open as she pushes, and her little gasp as her hands fly to her mouth, along with the way she does this little skip jump in place, is just the reaction I wanted.
“You are crazy.”
I ease her forward into the room, lit with low candles in glass holders. The scent of roses swirls with her own sweet scent.
The room is lined with vases of white roses. A thousand of them, but that’s not all.
She walks to the vase sitting on a little dresser, everything is siliconed in place to make sure they don’t turn over or fall during the dirve, but I’m happy with what they were able to do in the time frame I gave them.
“What’s with the one red rose?” She turns, her finger touching the red petals in the sea of white.
