Kacey laughed. “But how would they know that? I mean, you didn’t even—”
Jake gave her a guilty look and fidgeted with his hands.
“Jake? How do they know all that?”
Grandma Nadine had always sworn that she wouldn’t update the family on Kacey’s life. It was inconceivable that she would break that promise.
“I told them, alright?” Jake all but yelled. “Geez, Kace, stop with the third degree, okay? So what? I’ve kept tabs on you. I know all about you. Just leave it be. It would have killed them to know I screwed—”
“—Your best friend,” Kacey finished.
Jake refused to make eye contact, just continued to stare straight ahead. He said nothing, not that it was all that surprising. It was what he was good at. Saying nothing when she needed him to be saying something — anything to make her feel better.
“This is your captain, we are first for takeoff, so if you’d just sit back and relax, we’ll have you in Portland within the hour.”
Chapter Four
He was a rotten bastard.
The photographer he’d hired to spy on them got a few clicks in before turning back around.
It shouldn’t have been that easy to get Kacey to kiss him, and now he felt like the biggest ass on the planet. But they had to look in love! It needed to look serious! The hand holding wasn’t enough.
So he went in for the kill.
And then opened his big fat mouth again. What the hell had he been thinking? Their past history created a giant chasm between them, one that he wasn’t sure he could fix.
The silence was going to kill him. He needed to think fast, but the only words that seemed to come to mind were. “I’m sorry, I’m an ass. All men should burn.” And truly that just seemed like he was traitor to the male population as a whole.
Plus, Kacey had plenty of opportunities to talk to him as well. The phone did work both ways. So what if he kept tabs on her? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t kept tabs on him.
He smirked and gave her a chilling glare. “Tell me you haven’t done the exact same thing to me, and I’ll let you fly back to Seattle.”
Kacey shook her head and looked down at her hands.
“What?” He nudged her. “No answer?”
She shook her head one more time and sent him a seething glare. “Curse you, Jake Titus. A hex on your fancy car, your apartment, and your little dog!”
“Um, Kace, if you’re going to include all my worldly possessions in your little hexing to make yourself feel better and all, well, maybe you should include my yacht, three summer homes, twenty-seven cars, and goldfish Sid.”
He gave a smug wink and folded his arms across his chest.
“What the h—”
The woman was trying to kill him! Kacey pinched the underside of his arm with such force he thought he was going to lose vision in his left eye.
“Don’t!”
Kacey twisted the flesh and released it.
Yes, a nasty bruise would definitely make itself known soon.
“Don’t you ever throw your money in my face like that. It isn’t polite, it isn’t nice, and I remember you before you had it all!”
Jake shook his head. “Kace, I’ve always had money.”
The plane began to taxi and Kacey reached for his hand. “Not as much money as you have now. Admit it. I knew you when you had zits.”
He felt his face burn crimson. “I never had zits.”
“Don’t lie, Jake. I also remember when you used to dream of owning a chicken farm.”
“I was seven!”
“You were adorable.” She smirked reaching out with her free hand and patting his head, still keeping her other hand in his. He wasn’t sure if she knew that she was clenching him that tight, but it was obvious her fear was still ridiculously out of control.
“Also…” Her luscious mouth burst into a smile. “I was your first kiss.”
Jake closed his eyes against the onslaught of memories her admission created. “Okay, yes, so I was your first kiss…”
“Before all the strippers.”
“Keep your voice down, Kace!” He shushed her.
“Before you knew what French kissing was.” She laughed. “Kacey, Kacey, what do I do with my tongue?” she mocked.
“Hilarious.” He shifted in his seat and cracked his neck.
“Is it supposed to feel funny?” She continued mocking him and burst out laughing.
Chapter Five
The woman was obviously insane and asking for trouble. Who holds something like that over someone’s head? Of course, he didn’t know what to do with his tongue! He was twelve! Any guy would have been flustered, especially with Kacey as the kissing partner!
It was her braids. Lord, but she had the longest braids of any little girl he’d ever seen. Naturally, he tugged on them whenever the opportunity presented itself and then in a fit of desperation threw rocks at her when she wouldn’t chase him anymore.
Obviously in need of attention, he went in for a kiss and was pleasantly surprised when her mouth opened in a scream for him to stop, and his tongue slipped in.
He’d like to think it was purely instinctual, but Kacey ruined that thought the minute she started making fun of him.
As if she could point fingers, the girl was literally cutting off all the circulation to his left arm.
“Kacey, do you think you can make it?” he asked, trying to pry her death grip away from his arm. He still held her other hand and knew it would be stupid to let it go.
Mainly, because holding her hand felt good.
And he wasn’t lying about her having nice hands.
He’d be a fool to let her go.
Again.
Damn, he needed to get laid. At the rate he was going they would be married by the end of the weekend. The sappy sentimental Jake needed to be punched in the face.
“Forty-five minutes,” Kacey chanted. “Just forty-five minutes!” Maniacal laughter came from her lips. “I mean, I can do anything for forty-five minutes, right? Right?”
Apparently it wasn’t a rhetorical question. “Er, right. I’m sure you can handle it, Kace.”
“If he orders a drink I’ll calm down.” She nodded her head as the plane began to take off.
Saying goodbye to not only his sanity but all the blood that Kacey was currently draining from his arm, Jake winced and tried to gather what nonsense she was spouting off this time.
“If who orders a drink?”
“The guy talking into his jacket. If he orders a drink he’s not a terrorist, and if he doesn’t, you have to save the plane if it goes down.”
“There are so very many things wrong with that sentence. First off, how does him drinking alcohol prove anything? Second, why would I have to save the plane?”
Kacey rolled her eyes, finally relinquishing her grip on his arm. Thank God. “The way I see it, he’s going to want a clear head if he has to wave a gun around.” Oh great, not only had Kacey just said terrorist on a plane, but the word gun. Crap. If there were air marshals on the plane, he was throwing her under the bus. No hesitation.
“And what about me saving everyone?” Jake prayed for the flight attendant to hurry with the beverage service. At the rate he was going, he’d be totally wasted by the time they landed.
Kacey gave him a look of pure stupidity. “You’re a guy. It’s what guys do.”
“Save complete strangers?” He waved at the flight attendant. Seriously, what the hell was taking her so long?
“Yes, well, no. I mean…” Kacey let go of his arm completely. “…It’s what you do. You fix things.”
“Not all things.” The phrase hung in the air making Jake feel tenser, if that were even possible.
After a few minutes of silence, in which Jake contemplated taking over the plane himself if it would make Kacey talk again, the flight attendant brought the cart down the aisle.
“What would you two like?” She handed Jake napkins and gave them each a packet of pretzels.
Kacey opened her mouth to speak, but Jake clapped a hand over it before she got a word in. “We’d like two mini bottles of vodka.” Kacey bit his hand. “Make that four, thanks.”
Kacey rolled her eyes after he set the cup of ice in front of her and poured her the two bottles. “Drink this.”
“I don’t need alcohol. I’m fine!”
“Says the girl who just accused a clergyman of being a terrorist.” Jake pointed to the man she had just been accusing. Jacket now removed, a very visible clerical collar peeked through, showing his profession.
Kacey cursed.
“Hey, now!” Jake elbowed her. “We’re in the presence of God. Now drink up.”
“You do realize you used God and drink in the same sentence, right?” Kacey grumbled, throwing back the clear liquid. “Holy crap! That tastes like sh—”
“Sugar!” Jake interrupted with a laugh and cough. The clergyman turned around and gave them a peculiar look before glancing back at his magazine.
“I don’t think I believe you anymore.” Jake drank his vodka as fast as humanly possible.
“What do you mean?” Kacey croaked.
“You can’t do anything for forty-five minutes. It’s been ten and I’m ready to parachute out of this thing.”
“Just be thankful you’re not really engaged to me.” Kacey winked and laid her head back against the seat.
“Oh believe me, I am.” Jake‘s tone was slightly nasty, but it was the only way to keep ideas out of her head. He needed to stay as far away from Kacey as possible, and the only way he could do it was to be a complete ass. At least then his heart wouldn’t be in danger of getting lost for the second time, and he could hopefully keep hers intact.
Chapter Six
“Liar,” Kacey mumbled a half hour later.
“Excuse me?” Jake looked up from his laptop and squinted. The idiot had spent the entire flight using the Wi-Fi on the plane, sending business emails like they were going out of style.
Meanwhile, Kacey was checking out every single shady character on the plane and studying the diagram in front of her just in case she had to make an escape route.
Well, the joke would be on Jake when the plane crashed. She would know at least seven different ways to exit the plane as well as the quickest way to get to any door, while he would probably save his laptop and every other worldly possession he owned.
Perhaps she had built him up in her mind too much? As a friend he had been great. And yes, every other kiss had paled in comparison to his. But if things were different, if they had stayed friends or maybe even gotten married, would her life be so wonderful?
Or would she be flying around with him, watching, while he paid more attention to his laptop than he did to the fact that she was having a major panic attack?
“Fifteen minutes,” she mumbled to herself, forgetting that she had actually just accused Jake of lying.
“First you accuse me of lying, and now you’re giving me a count down? You okay, Kace?”
“Fine.” She clenched and grinded her teeth as she watched him shrug and look back at his computer.