“You’re not fooling me. You don’t want to admit what you’re really thinking—more along the lines of speculation about what it would be like to make passionate love,” he said, his voice lowering a notch.
She tingled all over. “You won’t believe me if I deny that and of course, now you have me thinking about it.”
His hand tightened on the steering wheel. Otherwise, she saw no visible sign of reaction to what she’d just said. “Now I wish I had started this conversation when I wasn’t driving.”
“You brought this on yourself. Perhaps you should take my suggestion and we change the subject.”
“Flirting is infinitely more fun with you than an ordinary conversation,” he said.
“More dangerous, Jake. You and I were never destined for any kind of future together. We can ignore the feud for a time, but never completely, and it means some things will never take place between us.”
“Not necessarily. A kiss can diminish family histories like lightning striking a tree. I’ll show you when we return to this conversation when I’m no longer driving.”
His words wrapped around her, making her warm. He wouldn’t forget what he just said. Kisses awaited, heightening her bubbling excitement.
“I hope you’ve thought about Grandmother’s house. It is so wonderful, Jake. It’s filled with memories. I just can’t bear to lose it.”
“It is a fine old home, Caitlin. There’s no argument about that.”
They reached his ranch and drove to park in front of an open hangar. Nearby a dazzling white jet waited, a larger craft than she had expected. The moment she stepped inside, she saw it was a luxury jet that held plush seats, tables, a bar, a screen for films, electronic equipment and phones. “This is an elegant plane, Jake.”
“It’s comfortable and equipped for me to work while I fly. Or be entertained, whichever I want.”
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