by V.K. Sykes
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The flight to Ottawa was uneventful and easy. Perfect sunny weather with minimal chop made for a smooth cruise. Landing at MacDonald-Cartier International Airport, Nate taxied the Bonanza to the Avitat flight service center. The staff there would tie it down for the night, and refuel it for the trip home tomorrow.
It was a good thing the flight had been so straightforward, since his mind had been preoccupied with the incredible emotions of that wild scene in the hallway with Holly.
Jesus. Talk about every man’s fantasy come true. It was all that and then some.
Not that he’d planned it. Well, okay, he had. Kind of. In fact, he’d spent the better part of the night thinking about how he’d say goodbye to her, and the more he thought about it, the more he knew he had to kiss her. Kiss her with everything he had.
But what he hadn’t counted on was her passionate response, or himself losing control. But they had both lost it, and she hadn’t a snowball’s chance in Hades of hiding her feelings from him any longer. Thank God.
And Nate meant what he’d said to her. Everything had changed, even if she didn’t know it yet. Hell, he didn’t even mind the fact that she might be pregnant. Actually, it appealed to him, now that he’d had time to really think about it. And the fact that he hadn’t even blinked when she’d blurted out her concern also told him the direction they were heading in.
He took a cab into town and checked into his hotel, grabbing a quick sandwich in the lobby restaurant. Then he took another cab for the short ride to the ballpark. It was going to be all he could do to try to put Holly out of his thoughts for the next eight hours. She’d told him just to go and pitch, and not worry about her, but that was impossible. Right now, all he could think about was getting the rest of the day over with and getting back to Philly.
And back into his woman’s arms.
Chapter Twenty-Nine