said, “That we should get moving. I’ve already put you behind schedule.”
“You’re right.” He gestured for her to walk ahead of him.
Her insides shivered with nervous tension. She couldn’t tell if it was from being held in Finn’s arms or the thought of soaring through the air in his jet. Maybe she should mention her fear of flying to Finn. Then again, they’d already shared more than enough for now. She would just lose herself in her work. If all went well, he’d never even know of her phobia of heights.
* * *
What had he been thinking?
Finn sat across the aisle from Holly on his private jet. They were in midflight and Holly had been surprisingly quiet. It suited him just fine. He was preparing for his upcoming meeting, or he had been until thoughts of Holly infiltrated his mind. Truth be told, he hadn’t been able to let go of the memories of their night together. She was amazing and so easy to be with. Most people wouldn’t find that to be a problem, but he did.
He refused to let someone get close to him—he would do nothing but lead them to unhappiness. Because that was what happened to the people he cared about—he let them down. And Holly was too nice to get caught up with the likes of him.
The onboard phone buzzed. Finn took the call from the pilot. After a brief conversation, he turned to Holly, who had her window shade drawn. He presumed it was to cut down on the glare on her digital tablet. He, on the other hand, enjoyed being able to look out at the world around them. However, the overcast day hampered much of his view. “That was the captain. He said we should buckle our seat belts as we’re about to hit some rough weather.”
Without argument or for that matter a word, Holly did as he asked. She then returned her attention to the tablet as though she hadn’t heard him. What in the world had her so absorbed?
He gave a shake of his head and turned back to his laptop. He’d been working on an agenda for his upcoming meeting, but he’d totally lost track of his line of thought. He started reading the last couple of bullet points when his attention meandered back to Holly.
Giving up on his attempt to work, Finn closed his laptop. He glanced over at her, which was a mistake. He was immediately drawn in by her natural beauty. He loved that she didn’t wear heavy makeup, only a little bit to accent her own unique qualities.
There was just something so different about Holly, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on exactly what made her so much more appealing than the other women who had passed through his life. Maybe it was that she was content with her life—not looking to him for a leg up in her career. Or maybe it was that she treated him like everybody else instead of trying to cater to him. Whatever it was, he was intrigued by her.
Realizing he was staring, he cleared his throat. “What are you reading?”
She glanced up as though completely lost in thought. “What did you say?”
He smiled, liking the sheepish look on her face and the touch of pink in her cheeks. “I was wondering what had you so deep in thought.”
She glanced down at her tablet and then back at him. “Um, nothing.”
“Must be something to have you so preoccupied.”
“Just some work.”
“Work? I don’t recall giving you anything to do on the way to the island.”
She worried her bottom lip. “I was doing a little research.”
“Do tell. I’m thoroughly intrigued.”
She set aside her tablet. “I downloaded some background on the businessmen that you’ll be meeting with.”
“Really? I thought you’d prefer to read a book.”
“I like to be prepared. Clara gave me their names. I hope you don’t mind.”
“What else did she tell you about the meeting?”
“Nothing except that it is extremely important and top secret.”
He smiled, liking that Clara had emphasized discretion. Of course, Holly would learn all about his plans soon enough. “Let me know if you uncover anything noteworthy.”
“I will.” She once more picked up her tablet.
Why was she working so hard on this? Surely she wasn’t this thorough normally. There had to be something driving her. Was she afraid of disappointing him?
Or more likely, she was doing whatever she could to ignore him.
Just then the plane started to vibrate. Finn glanced over at Holly and noticed that she had the armrests in a death grip. “Don’t worry. It’s just some turbulence.”
She looked at him, her eyes as big as saucers. “Maybe we should land until it passes over.”
“You don’t fly much, do you?”
She shook her head. “Never had much reason. Anyplace I’ve ever wanted to go I can get to by train or car.”
“Well, relax. Turbulence is common. It’s nothing to worry about.”
“Easy for you to say,” she said in a huff.
He suppressed a chuckle. She did have spirit. Maybe that was what he liked so much about her. Otherwise, why would he have agreed to this completely unorthodox arrangement?
Perhaps if he could get her talking, she’d temporarily forget about the turbulence. “Where are these places you visit by car or train?”
She glanced at him with an Are you serious? look. He continued staring at her, prompting her to talk.
“I...I don’t go away often.”
“But when you do travel, where do you go?”
“The ocean.”
It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “Which beach is your favorite?”
“Ocean City and...” The plane shook again. Her fingers tightened on the armrests. Her knuckles were white.
“I must admit I’ve never been to Ocean City. Is there much to do there?” When she didn’t respond, he said, “Holly?”
“Um, yes. Ah, there’s plenty to do along the boardwalk. But I like to take a book and sit on the beach.”
“What do you read?”
“Mysteries. Some thrillers.”
He continued talking books and authors with her. He found that she was truly passionate about books. As she talked about a series of suspense novels she was in the process of reading, his attention was drawn to her lips—her tempting lips. It’d be so easy to forget the reason for this trip and the fact she was helping him out.
What would she say if he were to take her in his arms and press his lips to hers?
His phone buzzed again.
