Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Where are we going?”
Jasper sat behind the wheel, no driver or security anywhere I could see, and started the engine. “What’s the matter, Mo? You don’t trust me?”
“I trust you, but I also know you.”
A rumble of deep laughter spilled from him, and he looked even more gorgeous. Happy and amused Jasper was even more dangerous than the scowling, bossy version. The smile on his face lifted my heart and hardened my nipples. “In that case, does it matter where we’re going?”
“Nope.” I was doomed either way.
“Good girl.” He laughed again and dropped a hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze that I felt all the way up to my scalp.
I gasped when he pulled into the private airstrip and parked inside the massive hangar.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like where we’re going. I promise.” My heart doubled its tempo at the smile he sent my way.
I love this man. Help me, but I really fucking love him.
“I’m not worried.” At least not how he was thinking. I was worried that this little romantic getaway wouldn’t diminish my feelings for him but would amplify them. I was worried that I would never love a man the way I loved Jasper and that whatever this was, it was temporary above all else.
Being inside the private jet with the buttery off-white leather seats put a slight smile on my lips. This was part of the impossible fantasy, and I would enjoy every minute of it. The jet took off, and a busty flight attendant handed me a ginger ale with a fake-ass smile on her face. “Enjoy your flight.”
“Thanks.” I took a sip and turned to Jasper. “Nice jet.”
“Thanks.” His lips twitched with amusement. “I like it.”
“Did you pick it out?”
“I did. Sadie sold her jet because she prefers to have stylists and designers come to her. New York makes her uneasy, at least that’s what she says.”
I sighed and sank into the soft leather seat. “I can’t believe she would give up the chance to hop in a jet to go shopping in Paris or Milan, even London.” That was another part of the dream.
“Vegas has plenty of shopping, and we’re just a few hours from Rodeo Drive.”
I had money, a good amount of it, in fact. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Ashby money, which meant I couldn’t afford to hop a jet just to go shopping. “There’s always online shopping.”
We fell into a comfortable silence as the jet cut through the sky, the cities below turning to desert, interrupted by brief strips of thick forest. When the wheels touched down, I didn’t recognize where we were. Other than weekends in the finest hotels in Vegas and one lone weekend in Reno, I hadn’t seen much of Nevada since I’d made it my home. “
Where are we?”
“Rocket.” He took my hand again and guided me as we deplaned the jet in silence.
“It’s beautiful.” The perfect little mountain town left me speechless. Surrounded by tall evergreens on all sides, it was quiet except for birds singing and the wind rustling through the trees.
“Do you have business here?”
“No. I have a place here.”
A place? “Oh.” What else could I say? Jasper was taking me to some forest hideaway? My pulse increased, and I was so out of my mind with anticipation that I had to clutch Jasper’s hand as we made our way to the tarmac and into a waiting royal blue Mercedes.
Absolute fucking perfection.
It wasn’t real, I knew that, but this was my chance to live a little bit of that impossible dream. “Do you come here often?”
He shrugged and navigated the paved road that turned into a dirt and gravel road. “Not as much as I would like, but I try to come up here when I have free time.”
Alone? “It’s so quiet. I can see why you like it here.” When his cabin came into view, I couldn’t suppress a shocked gasp. “Holy shit, this view.” It was breathtaking.
The cabin was two stories, teak wood shining in the late afternoon sunshine, windows everywhere, probably casting a golden glow throughout the house. It was an authentic log cabin, so geometric it looked as if an architect had custom designed it to be one of a kind. The front door had a half-moon window on top that almost looked like stained glass.
“Jasper, this place is magnificent.”
He smiled. “Impressed?”
I nodded wordlessly and ducked down to take in the view. As soon as the car came to a stop, I hopped out and turned in a slow circle.
“Totally. The cabin is stunning, truly, but the sheer beauty surrounding it takes my breath away.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Jasper
You take my breath away.
Where the fuck did that thought come from? I had no clue, but it was the truth. Watching Mo so entranced by the view of the trees and the mountains, a slight smile on her face, really took my breath away, and that was something I’d never said or thought about any woman. Ever.