Page 68 of Unforgettable
Her eyes narrowed.
“That’s manipulative.”
“Effective,” he corrected.
She shook her head, but the edge of her resistance had already begun to soften.
“What if I still say no?”
“Then I’ll drive you home,” he said simply.
No pressure.
Just presence.
She looked past him at the small private jet waiting on the runway, then back at him.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I’ve been told that.”
She hesitated.
Then sighed and raised three fingers in front of his face..
“Three days,” she reminded him.
His smile deepened.
“Three days.”
The flight stretched longer than she expected.
Seven hours.
Long enough for the initial shock to wear off and something more natural to take its place.
Breakfast gave way to conversation.
Conversation to laughter.
Lunch came and went without either of them noticing how easily the time was passing.
Randi sat back in her seat, watching him as he spoke, the ease in him different here and less guarded, more open.
“This is where you grew up?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Pryor, Montana. It’s part of the Crow Reservation. My father’s people have been there for generations.”
She leaned forward slightly, totally amazed by his revelation. She already knew … he looked the part … there was no question, but still she remarked.
“You’re Native American?”
“Full-blood, no. Mom is Scottish, born in the highlands, County of Sutherland. She’s of Viking blood really. They settled some six thousand years ago, set up a colony and never left. I favor my dad’s side in looks, kinda.”
Her jaw dropped in utter amazement.
