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Butterflies flew around in Emily’s midriff as a surge of excitement coursed through her veins.

“That is a great idea, I’d be more than happy to––”

“You and your husband, of course. We can arrange a discreet venue, I’m sure.”

Emily stared at the wood grain of her desk and froze. “Right. Of course.” Panicked, she lost sensation in her arms. “When are you thinking?”

Matthew cleared his throat loudly and hummed. Emily imagined he was scrolling through his calendar.

“I’ll have to talk to the other investors and get back to you,” he said gruffly. Emily exhaled and wriggled in her chair.

“That’s fine. We’ll smooth out the details later.” She dragged her fingers through her hair and chewed her upper lip. When the call ended, she looked up at the clock to see she was late. As if on cue, the door swung open and Joffrey strolled into the office. His full red beard was straight and smooth, and Emily wondered if he used hair straighteners on it. She smirked at the thought.

“Can I help you?” she asked as Joffrey walked toward her. He stopped on the spot and rolled his shoulders back.

“Yes, I am here to take you to your—” He looked shiftily around the room as if to check for prying ears. “—husband,” he added. Emily laughed.

“Okay, Joffrey, thank you. I’ll just get my bag.”

Chapter Eight

Fly Me to the Moon

“Is this too much?” David asked Robert as he pointed to his bow tie. He was all thumbs, fumbling with his buttons when he got dressed, and he changed his mind on his shirt five times before he settled on a simple light grey one. Robert looked like he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes and gave David an odd smile.

“No,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. David typically reminded people to maintain manners and who was the boss… but this was Robert. Joffrey and Robert were like older brothers to David. They knew everything about him, and of all the staff, only they were granted the right of being less formal. Only in private, of course. David pulled on the tie and stuffed it in his pocket.

A black limousine pulled up alongside the gentlemen. David nervously ruffled the front of his dark hair and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He clamped his jaw as he watched Henry get out of the car and smile at him. David gave him a nod and Henry opened the back door.

Two narrow feet wearing black stilettoes stepped out of the car, and he caught sight of a flash of silky-smooth legs, looking tanned next to the ivory cotton skirt that came to the knee. Henry held out his arm and a slender hand reached out. David’s mouth was dry as he swallowed and shifted his weight on the spot. He placed his hands in his pockets, then clasped them in front of him, unsure what to do with them. Emily stood up gracefully. Her long hair caught in a gust of wind, flew to the side like she was in a shampoo advertisement. Her big eyes narrowed when she spotted him, but her lips curved into a grin.

“Hello,” she said. Her words sent a bolt of excitement through David and he sprung into a hurried walk toward her. He stuck out his hand for her to shake, her eyes lingered on it as if she had never seen a hand before. David dropped it with a laugh and raised his arms and gave her an awkward hug.

“How was your morning?”

Emily placed her hands on her hips and leaned to the side, eyeing the helicopter behind David.

“Boring,” she said. “Looks like my day is about to get more interesting though.” Joffrey and Robert followed them to the helicopter, but David turned and pressed a finger to his lips in thought.

“I’d like you both to stay here.”

Robert and Joffrey exchanged looks. “There’s a great coffee shop just down the road. Please wait. We’ll be back in a few hours.”

He looked around the deserted parking lot and his eyes landed on Emily again. She was a jewel in the desert. She flashed him a grin and her pearly white teeth shone in the sunlight.

“What’s for lunch? I’m starving.” She slipped her hand through the crook of his arm and the two of them walked to the helicopter. David couldn’t help but notice the sheer material of her blouse that revealed the gentle curves of her shoulders and the refined collarbone above the sweetheart neckline. He was ravenous as well—though maybe for something entirely different than food.

He stood beside the helicopter door and held Emily’s hand as she climbed inside. “Whatever you want,” he said as he followed her inside.

“I’m really craving a Cinnabon.” Emily stepped aside as David closed the door and climbed into the pilot’s seat.

“That sounds like a healthy lunch,” he mused as he started the engine. He glanced back to see Emily with her mouth hanging open.

“You’re flying?”

David turned back to the control and grinned to himself.

“Come and take a seat.” He patted on the co-pilot’s chair and watched Emily from the corner of his eye as she hesitantly climbed into the seat. He handed her a pair of headphones, then cranked the engine.

“Put these on,” he shouted over the sound of the engine. The propeller was spinning loudly and the helicopter rumbled. Emily placed the headphones on her head and David did the same.

“You look so cute,” he said, seeing the earphones squishing her cheeks. Emily pulled a face and cocked her head to the side.

“What?” she shouted.

David shook his head and busied himself with the controls.

“Ready?” Not waiting for her reply, he piloted the aircraft up and over New York City. The skyscrapers sparkled in the blazing sunshine and David glanced over at Emily to see her reaction. Her hand flew over and grabbed his leg as she leaned into the window. David swallowed and focused on keeping the helicopter in flight, ignoring the pinching sensation of Emily’s