Page 53 of No Pucking Way
He held my gaze. “What do you mean, how?”
“How do you always seem to know exactly what I’d like?”
“Kennedy.” He stepped close to me, but it didn’t feel overwhelming when he looked down at me, even though he was so much bigger. It felt comforting. “When I came here with my little sisters, I thought, someday, I’ll find someone I want to bring here. And now here you are. That’s all this is.” His smile widened. “It’s not some kind of magic or witchcraft.”
“I didn’t think it was magic,” I said lightly. I turned back to the water lilies. Why did I feel the same lurch of familiarity when I looked at them, the same sense of longing?
I wondered if I could get my hands on Greyson’s phone. If it was unlocked. I’d never even seen him use it when we were together, as if all his focus were on me.
But if I were going to do that, I’d better wait until we made it back to the states first.
I didn’t need to end up stranded in France without a passport.
“Let’s go have dinner,” he told me. “We have a reservation.”
“Where?”
“At the top of the Eiffel Tower.”
* * *
It was the most magical day of my life.
Of course, I didn’t remember most of my life, so perhaps that was no surprise.
Still, I had to admit…I didn’t think anyone could have resisted being charmed by such a day and such a man.
As we boarded Greyson's private jet, I couldn't help but shake the feeling that something was off. I didn't quite trust him, and yet, I found myself falling for him despite my doubts. His obsession with me seemed too good to be true. Was I too eager because I’d been alone so long?
Carrie had introduced me to the world of dating and given me ridiculously low expectations, and Greyson made me feel like the world was a magical place.
"Champagne?" Greyson asked, offering me a glass as we settled into our plush leather seats for the flight home.
“I’m too tired,” I said with a yawn. The view of Paris from the Eiffel Tower had been amazing as lights came on all over the city. But I was exhausted.
Greyson’s cell phone went off, and after he checked the number, he said, “Sorry. I need to take this.”
“That’s fine.”
It was the first call I’d ever seen him take. He gave me an apologetic look, then disappeared into the bedroom for some privacy. I chewed my lower lip, feeling as if Greyson was keeping scary secrets…and feeling as if it might be dangerous to pry into those secrets.
But I had told myself I could indulge in Greyson’s overwhelming affection because it was leading me down the road to the truth.
I was afraid it was really leading me down the road to being…in love with him.
Carter and Jack had been so eager to let me know the truth about him, sure it would scare me off, but it had done the opposite.
“I’m sorry about that,” Greyson told me when he emerged. “I just need a moment to speak with the pilot.”
Totally normal. Sure. Not sketchy at all. I smiled at him, no matter how anxious I felt.
He headed into the cockpit, leaving me alone in the lavishly decorated cabin.
I decided to head into the bedroom and get myself ready for bed.
As I entered the bedroom, I noticed Greyson's cell phone lying on the bed. To my surprise, it was unlocked. My heart raced as I picked it up and began scrolling through his text messages, hoping to find some clue about his intentions.
"Kennedy," Greyson's voice startled me as he entered the bedroom. "What are you doing?"