Page 7 of Take Me Back
There was something she wasn’t saying, but I didn’t know if I’d be able to get it out of her. Or maybe I was reading more into the conversation than I should have been.
“But first, vacation?”
Kat lowered the drink to the table. “Benjie bullied me. I finally said yes, because ... well ... it’s going to be a while before I get to take a week off again.”
Definitely something she wasn’t saying, but the server interrupted.
“Sir, someone left a message for you at the hostess stand.”
She dropped the folded slip of paper onto the table and I picked it up, scanning the words before tucking it in the pocket of my shorts.
“Could we get the dessert menu? I think my companion would like something sweet.”
“Of course. One moment.”
When the server walked away, Kat’s forehead creased. “Do people leave a lot of messages for you at hostess stands?”
“Not often, but it happens.”
Her blue gaze darted over my shoulder. “The cougar behind you has been eyeballing you like she’d rather have you for dinner. I’ve got a twenty that says it’s from her.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her tone. Half jealous, half mocking. I reached for my wallet and pulled out a twenty, then tossed it on the table.
“Seriously?” Her eyes lit up. “That’s bold. I couldn’t imagine doing something like that.”
“I could. Maybe not hit on a guy at dinner with another woman, but youdidclaim me with your friend on the beach.”
Kat covered her face with both hands as her cheeks turned pink. She was just the sweet side of tipsy, and it was fucking adorable.
“I can’t believe you heard that. Be kind. Lie to me if you have to and tell me you really didn’t.”
Add another lie to the tally?I don’t think so.
“I didn’t say I had a problem with it.”
“I guess that’s a good thing.” She lowered her hands to the table. “Because then you’d really be shocked when I told you that I wasn’t joking.”
I reached out and took her smaller hand in mine. “I’d be disappointed if you were.”
Chapter 4
Kat
Present day
When the captain announces we’re making our descent, I breathe a sigh of relief. This flight is several hours shorter than when I came home from London last week, but with the clock ticking down on what could be the end of my marriage, it felt eons longer.
It’s all my fault. I know it.
Dane has barely looked at me, choosing to tip his baseball cap down over his face and sleep for most of the flight. Normally I’d be comforted by his familiar ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime, but now it feels like a cold slap to the face.
I’m panicking and sucking down coffee and Baileys, and he’s as calm as ever.
Because he’s already done?
No. He gave me an ultimatum, and he always keeps to his word. Benjie might have lied to me, but Dane never has.
The plane jerks as the tires connect with the tarmac, and Dane finally lifts his hat from where it hid his face and resettles it on his head.
