Page 75 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

The flight attendants began their safety demonstration. I tried to focus on their monotone instructions, but my mind was elsewhere. Kannon leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You know they never actually listen to this part, right? Everyone just tunes them out.”

“That guy is going to be trouble,” I murmured.

Kannon shrugged, adjusting himself in his seat. “Let him try.”

He had me flustered. Not in a bad way, but there was something about him sticking up for me that really excited me. It was hot. It made me want to drag him into the bathroom and have my way with him. I loved the alpha thing. I didn’t think I did, but when he did it, it was super sexy.

The plane started down the runway. I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. My thoughts kept drifting back to him, that ridiculous confrontation, and how easily he had asserted himself. What was he going to think of Miami? I hoped like hell no one else messed with him. The last thing we needed was to get kicked off the airline. I didn’t realize I was traveling with a man with such a short fuse.

“Good?” I asked once we were airborne.

“I’m fine. I don’t like flying, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of it. It’s just not something I jump at the chance to do.”

“Got it.”

I took off my seatbelt and reached for my purse that was loaded with snacks. Kannon reached for the screen in front of him, messing with it with a scowl on his face.

“It’s not working,” he said, tapping the screen again. Then he turned to me, and his expression shifted. “What about yours?”

“Honestly? I wasn’t planning on watching anything,” I admitted, opening my bag of mixed nuts. “It’s a short flight. I figured I’d nap.”

He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his seat. “Sleep?”

I shrugged. “Sure.”

Kannon’s lips curled into a smirk. “Alright, princess. Sweet dreams,” he said. “I’ll stand guard. Someone steals your seat, I’m sure they’ll have no problem snatching your snacks.”

“Princess?” I arched an eyebrow at him, surprised by the nickname.

“It suits you,” he said.

“And I’m almost afraid to ask what you would do if someone tried to steal my cookies,” I teased.

He grinned, his eyes brightening with mischief. “They’ll wish they packed a parachute.”

I chuckled, leaning back in my seat. “I had no idea you were so…”

“Cranky? Heroic.”

“Don’t say it,” I groaned and rolled my eyes.

“Say what?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“That you’re my hero or whatever.”

He grinned, leaning back in his seat. “I wasn’t going to say it. But if you want to, I won’t stop you.”

I shook my head. “I would have been perfectly fine sitting in the middle seat.”

“You don’t have to be perfectly fine doing anything you don’t want to do,” he said.

I held out the bag. “Eat some nuts.”

He raised his eyebrows but he took the bag from me, nonetheless. “Are you trying to silence me with food, princess?”

“No, just offering them,” I replied, unable to stop a grin from spreading across my face.

“If there’s food in my mouth I won’t talk?”