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possibly make that happen here. The co-pilot came out of the cockpit.
“We’ve been cleared for take-off. Are you ready?” he asked.
“Absolutely. Proceed,” Whit said.
“Very good, sir. Please buckle up,” the co-pilot smiled. He returned to the cockpit.
Whit and Maddie buckled their seatbelts. Maddie looked out the window and felt the plane begin to move. She had always loved the take-off of an airplane. She eagerly anticipated the powerful surge from this mighty aircraft. Maddie relaxed her head against the supple leather of the seat and closed her eyes. The plane increased its speed until she felt it rise from the ground and soared into the limitless sky. Whit observed Maddie’s expression.
“You really like take-offs, don’t you?” he noted.
Maddie opened her glittering green eyes.
“Yes. It’s one of my all-time favorite things,” she grinned. “There’s nothing to compare to it.”
“I’ll have to take you on more trips,” he grinned.
Maddie smiled but said nothing. She liked the idea of her and Whit traveling together and hoped that his comment would come to pass. Although she had asserted that their relationship was only about sex, she had begun to hope for more. She felt that this trip would tell her if more were in the cards for them. They would be spending an inordinate amount of time together and how they fared would be telling. Was Whit feeling the tug from the strings of commitment? And was he succumbing or pulling against them? She was about to find out.
“How about some champagne to initiate our venture,” he suggested.
“Venture? This is a business trip, Whit,” Maddie said mildly.
“That doesn’t mean there will be no for pleasure. Business conducted on an exotic island is destined to find amusement. It would be unnatural if it didn’t,” he surmised.
He unbuckled his seat belt and moved to the galley.
“Is there something I can get for you, sir?” Danny asked.
“Champagne. And crumpets and scones, please,” Whit said.
“Right away,” Danny replied.
Whit returned to his seat to face a grinning Maddie.
“What?” Whit asked in bewilderment.
“Crumpets and scones? You are so British,” she chuckled.
“It happens to be a delicacy that I enjoy. It’s not my fault that the treats are associated with England,” Whit said affronted.
Maddie shrugged elegantly.
“No, of course not,” she mocked.
“I could make light of a few American fancies, you know. No picnic is worth its salt without the proverbial potato salad. All that dressing! Ugh!” he grimaced.
“You don’t like potato salad? How frightfully un-American,” she scoffed.
“Well, I am British,” he replied smugly.
“I’ll be sure to serve potato salad when I cook for you,” she teased.
“You’re going to cook for me?” Whit asked.
“Maybe,” she hedged.
Danny arrived with two champagne flutes and the ornate wine cooler. He set the cooler next to Whit then poured the bubbly wine; giving each a glass.
“Ah, Danny. Maddie said that she would cook for me. Now she’s trying to back out of it,” Whit said sorrowfully.
“A home-cooked meal can be hard to come by. I would hold her to it if I were you,” Danny grinned.
Maddie looked at Danny in feigned anger.
“Good advice, my man. I will employ it,” Whit said cheerily.
Danny laughed and moved away.
“Shall we toast to my future home-cooked meal prepared by the lovely Madison McClain?” he queried.
Maddie paused to consider his question. She deliberately withheld her answer to make him sweat.
“Come on, Maddie,” Whit encouraged.
She finally relented and lifted her glass.
“To the best meal you will ever taste,” she said.
He laughed.
“Cheers!” he exclaimed.
They clicked their glasses and drank deeply.
“Hmm! This is delicious,” she sighed.
“I’m glad you like it. Dom Perignon; the wine of roses. It’s one of my favorites,” he said.
“I loved the light fruit taste. And it has a definite
“We’ve been cleared for take-off. Are you ready?” he asked.
“Absolutely. Proceed,” Whit said.
“Very good, sir. Please buckle up,” the co-pilot smiled. He returned to the cockpit.
Whit and Maddie buckled their seatbelts. Maddie looked out the window and felt the plane begin to move. She had always loved the take-off of an airplane. She eagerly anticipated the powerful surge from this mighty aircraft. Maddie relaxed her head against the supple leather of the seat and closed her eyes. The plane increased its speed until she felt it rise from the ground and soared into the limitless sky. Whit observed Maddie’s expression.
“You really like take-offs, don’t you?” he noted.
Maddie opened her glittering green eyes.
“Yes. It’s one of my all-time favorite things,” she grinned. “There’s nothing to compare to it.”
“I’ll have to take you on more trips,” he grinned.
Maddie smiled but said nothing. She liked the idea of her and Whit traveling together and hoped that his comment would come to pass. Although she had asserted that their relationship was only about sex, she had begun to hope for more. She felt that this trip would tell her if more were in the cards for them. They would be spending an inordinate amount of time together and how they fared would be telling. Was Whit feeling the tug from the strings of commitment? And was he succumbing or pulling against them? She was about to find out.
“How about some champagne to initiate our venture,” he suggested.
“Venture? This is a business trip, Whit,” Maddie said mildly.
“That doesn’t mean there will be no for pleasure. Business conducted on an exotic island is destined to find amusement. It would be unnatural if it didn’t,” he surmised.
He unbuckled his seat belt and moved to the galley.
“Is there something I can get for you, sir?” Danny asked.
“Champagne. And crumpets and scones, please,” Whit said.
“Right away,” Danny replied.
Whit returned to his seat to face a grinning Maddie.
“What?” Whit asked in bewilderment.
“Crumpets and scones? You are so British,” she chuckled.
“It happens to be a delicacy that I enjoy. It’s not my fault that the treats are associated with England,” Whit said affronted.
Maddie shrugged elegantly.
“No, of course not,” she mocked.
“I could make light of a few American fancies, you know. No picnic is worth its salt without the proverbial potato salad. All that dressing! Ugh!” he grimaced.
“You don’t like potato salad? How frightfully un-American,” she scoffed.
“Well, I am British,” he replied smugly.
“I’ll be sure to serve potato salad when I cook for you,” she teased.
“You’re going to cook for me?” Whit asked.
“Maybe,” she hedged.
Danny arrived with two champagne flutes and the ornate wine cooler. He set the cooler next to Whit then poured the bubbly wine; giving each a glass.
“Ah, Danny. Maddie said that she would cook for me. Now she’s trying to back out of it,” Whit said sorrowfully.
“A home-cooked meal can be hard to come by. I would hold her to it if I were you,” Danny grinned.
Maddie looked at Danny in feigned anger.
“Good advice, my man. I will employ it,” Whit said cheerily.
Danny laughed and moved away.
“Shall we toast to my future home-cooked meal prepared by the lovely Madison McClain?” he queried.
Maddie paused to consider his question. She deliberately withheld her answer to make him sweat.
“Come on, Maddie,” Whit encouraged.
She finally relented and lifted her glass.
“To the best meal you will ever taste,” she said.
He laughed.
“Cheers!” he exclaimed.
They clicked their glasses and drank deeply.
“Hmm! This is delicious,” she sighed.
“I’m glad you like it. Dom Perignon; the wine of roses. It’s one of my favorites,” he said.
“I loved the light fruit taste. And it has a definite