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but before she could find her voice again, his phone rang.
“You will please excuse me, I must take this,” he said, frowning at the display. Paige nodded—but she needn’t have bothered because he was already talking.
He spent the next thirty minutes on the phone as the car glided through the city. The farther they drove from the hotel, the more Paige started to wonder if she’d made a mistake. She usually deliberated before she made decisions. She did not act on impulse.
Until now.
She’d signed on for a nice, authentic dinner in a real Russian restaurant with a man who fascinated her. She’d not expected to have her soul bared to him, or to experience the chink in her heart when she’d realized he’d also lost someone he loved.
It was supposed to be
dinner.
Nice, simple, easy.
But the car kept moving farther and farther from the city center. They passed from the densely packed buildings of Moscow into the outskirts before rolling along a congested highway. She wanted to ask Alexei where they were, but he was still on the phone.
When they took an exit and made a turn, she suddenly realized they were approaching an airport. Her stomach dropped to her toes. Though it didn’t look like the same airport she’d flown into only a couple of days ago, it was still a large facility with a lot of traffic.
“It is
Sheremetyevo”
Alexei said, as if he’d been reading her mind. He tucked his phone away. “You probably flew into
Domodedovo,
which is south of the city.”
Paige tried not to panic. “Yes, but what are we doing here?”
“I am taking you to dinner,
maya krasavitsa.”
His expression said it was obvious.
“At the airport?”
“No,” he said as the car hesitated for a moment at a securitygate. The chauffeur exchanged a few words with the guards, and then they were through. A couple of minutes later the car came to a halt. The door opened and Alexei stepped out, then held out a hand for her. When she emerged, she realized they were standing in front of a hangar where a jet was slowly taxiing out into the open. The whine of the engines was loud, the wind whipping her clothes and making her wish she’d changed into jeans and boots instead of her business suit and kitten heels. In spite of the gorgeous coat, the wind went up her pant legs and chilled her from the inside out.
Alexei leaned into the car and grabbed the shopping bag with the accessories.
“Alexei,” she shouted over the noise as he placed the hat on her head and wrapped the scarf around her neck, “I can’t get on an airplane with you! This is insane!”
He didn’t let go of her hand, instead tugging her into the curve of his body and wrapping an arm around her to keep her from getting too chilled.
“It is a short flight, Paige. I’ll have you back by midnight, I promise. Put these in your pockets,” he said, handing her the gloves.
Her pulse skidded like an out of control ice skater. What had she gotten herself into? Agreeing to go to a restaurant with him was one thing, but getting onto a plane?
“I can’t,” she said, shaking her head frantically. They both knew she wasn’t talking about the gloves.
He turned her and put both hands on her shoulders. Then he leaned down until his face was only inches from hers.
“You trusted me last night,” he said, his voice soothing in spite of the fact he had to practically shout. “I’m asking you to trust me again.”
CHAPTER FIVE
H E WOULDN’T TELL HER where they were going, yet she’d still gotten onto the plane with him. Paige shook her head at her own folly, wondering what on earth had happened to her good sense. It had taken less than an hour for the plane to land at a different airport, but instead of getting into a car, they’d boarded a helicopter.
It wasn’t her first helicopter ride, but it was certainly the most luxurious. The inside of the craft looked like a custom yacht, all white leather and sleek wood. Beside her, Alexei was on the phone. He’d
“You will please excuse me, I must take this,” he said, frowning at the display. Paige nodded—but she needn’t have bothered because he was already talking.
He spent the next thirty minutes on the phone as the car glided through the city. The farther they drove from the hotel, the more Paige started to wonder if she’d made a mistake. She usually deliberated before she made decisions. She did not act on impulse.
Until now.
She’d signed on for a nice, authentic dinner in a real Russian restaurant with a man who fascinated her. She’d not expected to have her soul bared to him, or to experience the chink in her heart when she’d realized he’d also lost someone he loved.
It was supposed to be
dinner.
Nice, simple, easy.
But the car kept moving farther and farther from the city center. They passed from the densely packed buildings of Moscow into the outskirts before rolling along a congested highway. She wanted to ask Alexei where they were, but he was still on the phone.
When they took an exit and made a turn, she suddenly realized they were approaching an airport. Her stomach dropped to her toes. Though it didn’t look like the same airport she’d flown into only a couple of days ago, it was still a large facility with a lot of traffic.
“It is
Sheremetyevo”
Alexei said, as if he’d been reading her mind. He tucked his phone away. “You probably flew into
Domodedovo,
which is south of the city.”
Paige tried not to panic. “Yes, but what are we doing here?”
“I am taking you to dinner,
maya krasavitsa.”
His expression said it was obvious.
“At the airport?”
“No,” he said as the car hesitated for a moment at a securitygate. The chauffeur exchanged a few words with the guards, and then they were through. A couple of minutes later the car came to a halt. The door opened and Alexei stepped out, then held out a hand for her. When she emerged, she realized they were standing in front of a hangar where a jet was slowly taxiing out into the open. The whine of the engines was loud, the wind whipping her clothes and making her wish she’d changed into jeans and boots instead of her business suit and kitten heels. In spite of the gorgeous coat, the wind went up her pant legs and chilled her from the inside out.
Alexei leaned into the car and grabbed the shopping bag with the accessories.
“Alexei,” she shouted over the noise as he placed the hat on her head and wrapped the scarf around her neck, “I can’t get on an airplane with you! This is insane!”
He didn’t let go of her hand, instead tugging her into the curve of his body and wrapping an arm around her to keep her from getting too chilled.
“It is a short flight, Paige. I’ll have you back by midnight, I promise. Put these in your pockets,” he said, handing her the gloves.
Her pulse skidded like an out of control ice skater. What had she gotten herself into? Agreeing to go to a restaurant with him was one thing, but getting onto a plane?
“I can’t,” she said, shaking her head frantically. They both knew she wasn’t talking about the gloves.
He turned her and put both hands on her shoulders. Then he leaned down until his face was only inches from hers.
“You trusted me last night,” he said, his voice soothing in spite of the fact he had to practically shout. “I’m asking you to trust me again.”
CHAPTER FIVE
H E WOULDN’T TELL HER where they were going, yet she’d still gotten onto the plane with him. Paige shook her head at her own folly, wondering what on earth had happened to her good sense. It had taken less than an hour for the plane to land at a different airport, but instead of getting into a car, they’d boarded a helicopter.
It wasn’t her first helicopter ride, but it was certainly the most luxurious. The inside of the craft looked like a custom yacht, all white leather and sleek wood. Beside her, Alexei was on the phone. He’d
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