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time she was aware enough to crack her eyes open a little and look up at Sebastian, who was leaning over her where she had snuggled into the big comfy seat and fallen asleep.
    “Hey,” she said, and reached up to touch his hand where it rested on her face. Whatever else she had been about to say went right out of her head; the feel of his skin under her fingers and the feel of his fingers against her cheek sent a crackling bolt of something that felt a lot like electricity right through her.
    He felt it too; she saw his eyes narrow and he kept his hand where it was just a moment longer. Then, with something that looked very much like reluctance in his eyes, he straightened up and stepped back. “We’re here,” he said.
    She struggled a little to sit up; he reached out a hand but she ignored it, looking instead out the window. Outside, there was nothing but desert as far as she could see.
    “Why aren’t we at the airport?” she asked, confused.
    “We’re at a little airport just outside of Vegas, in the desert a bit,” he said.
    “But why?”
    “There wasn’t room for us to land,” he said, looking amused.
    She looked around the plane, pointedly. It wasn’t that big.
    “Too many planes already there,” he said. “Everyone’s in town for the fight, I guess.”
    “There were too many planes at the airport?” she said. “I don’t think that’s even a thing.”
    “Private planes,” he clarified. “There’s a limit to how much room they have to park private planes, so we had to come out here.”
    She couldn’t help it; she started to laugh, and the look on his face only made her laugh harder.
    “What?” he demanded, smiling and frowning at the same time, something that should have made him look ridiculous but of course didn’t.
    “Hashtag —” she managed to choke out, then busted out laughing again.
    “What?” he said again.
    “Hashtag,” she said, getting herself under control, “richguyproblems.”
    He laughed then, a genuine amused laugh, and she had to stop herself from preening under his attention. Somehow making him laugh was more flattering than making him want to jump her bones.
    Maybe because it didn’t appear she had to do much for that. All they had to do was touch.
    Unless Miri and Matthew were right.
    She’d turned down his offer of a drink when they’d boarded the plane, and remembering that made her thirsty. “Is there any bottled water here?” she asked.
    “There is,” he said, and stepped into the galley, came back quickly with a bottle of water.
    She checked to see that it was unopened, then broke the seal and took a sip.
    “Thanks,” she said, and looked up to find him looking at her very strangely. “What?”
    “Is everything okay?” he asked.
    She nodded. It wasn’t a lie, not with a question so vague; she was neurotic, not insane. Of course not everything was okay. She’d lost her job. The world was at war. People were starving. What a dumb thing to ask.
    “The meds I took make me a little groggy,” she said, and that was the unvarnished truth. Her head would be slightly muzzy for hours.
    Still beat spending the flight in the lavatory though.
    “They let us bring the limo right onto the apron,” he said, “so it’s not far. Do you need help?”
    She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
    “Then grab your purse and let’s go.”
    The pilot was loading her equipment into the trunk of the limo as she came down the stairs, and she turned to Sebastian. “Should I be taking pictures, or —”
    “Let’s leave it till morning,” he said. “I’ll try to look presentable.” And he smiled that smile, the one that warmed her all the way to her toes.
    “Okay,” she said, weakly.
    “Let’s head to the hotel. We can order room service, since you’re not feeling right?”
    “That would be great,” she said, sincerely.
    So that’s what they did. They were staying at the Venetian —   of course , she thought — and Sebastian’s name made all the