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I stop in front of the large doors. An unimpressed groan rumbles in my throat as I spot Jet on the patio. I haven’t worked him out. I don’t usually have a problem getting along with new people. But there’s something about him that winds me up. Maybe it’s theself-entitled way he spoke to me yesterday. Arrogant grumpiness flows off him in waves. I’ve heard about him. Who hasn’t?
Jet Grant, billionaire US CEO of Atlantic Airways.
Brilliant, intelligent,difficult.
He’s known for being ruthless and negotiating deals that have sent Atlantic Airways soaring into position as one of the world’s most profitable airlines. He’s also known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake.
Smooth in business, turbulent in love.
He lifts his dark blue workout top, pulling the hem of it to his brow and wiping the perspiration away. The move exposes a flash of muscular midriff, and I shift my position to see better.
He picks something off the floor and then straightens.
He starts skipping with alarming speed and precision, the black length of cable circling around over his head and then whipping underneath his sneakers in a fluid motion. His tanned biceps bulge, taut and gleaming with sweat. He’s in his own world, unaware he’s acquired an audience. I’m enthralled by his every move.
“Beats me why he finds that relaxing.”
I jolt away from the glass as Magnus walks in, fixing his tie. His kind eyes meet mine as the morning sunlight highlights the silver strands in his dark hair.
“Would you like one?” he asks, walking over to the coffee machine.
“Oh, no thank you.” I smile politely as I walk back to my unopened juice carton and lift it. “I’m all set.”
When he nods, I ask, “Does he do that every morning?”
Magnus chuckles, such a contrast to his uptight son. “Yep.” He switches the coffee machine on, then turns to me, glancing outside. “Ever since we lost June bug, he’s never missed a day.”
I press my lips together not knowing what to say. Magnus lost his wife, Jet’s mother, five years ago to breast cancer. He’s spoken of her often since I arrived, always with a wistful look on his face, a constant companion to the grief. It’s obvious he loved her so much.
The back door opens and Jet walks in, his chest heaving.
He greets his father with the closest thing to a smile that I’ve seen on his face since we met. Then his eyes flick to mine and they darken. I stare back, refusing to be intimidated.
“How’s your head this morning, Ava?” Magnus asks, oblivious to the mounting tension in the room as he makes his coffee with his back to us.
Jet walks over to a cupboard and takes two glasses out. He fills one with water at the sink and gulps it down. My eyes fix on the bobbing Adam’s apple in his thick neck.
“Much better, thank you. I’m sorry I missed dinner.”
Jet finishes his water and walks closer to me. His bare shoulder is millimeters from brushing against myT-shirt as he places the second glass on the counter. He arches a brow at me and then moves away.
“Don’t worry, plenty more of those. You can fill me in tonight on how your work is going,” Magnus says.
Jet moves across the room like a moody beast before settling against the counter opposite me. He folds his arms, making his biceps bulge.
I tear my eyes off them. “Oh, not much to tell. I’ve not gotten very far yet.” I smile at Magnus.
“Important matters of the heart take time. Don’t rush it. It’ll come.”
“Thank you,” I answer, grateful he’s not going to press further. He knows what I’m working on. It’s why he’s so kindly allowing me to stay here. He agreed with Gramps that this is something I need to do.
He walks toward me, coffee in hand. “Take your time. Do what you need and make yourself at home.”
His kindness overwhelms me, making me reach out and lay my palm over his forearm. He gives me a knowing wink as he pats my hand. Then he inclines his head to Jet, whose eyes are drilling a hole into me.
“Speak to you later, Son. Call me after your meeting with Rich.”
“Will do,” Jet says, the intensity in his glare stepping up a notch as I slide my hand from Magnus’s arm, and we’re left alone in the kitchen.
