He’d never used The Raven on a date before. His Cessna was always his first choice, but for tonight he was pulling out all the stops. He was going to wow the socks off Claire. At the front of the plane, the cabin held four chairs facing each other; the back held another pair of chairs as well as the sofa and the galley. He pushed aside the fantasy of Claire, vest unbuttoned, sprawled beneath him on the sofa. If her defensive posture was an indication, he wasn’t going to get her anywhere near the back of the plane. At least not on the flight there. For now, he’d have to content himself with getting her to unclench enough to set her purse down. Holding the bottle of wine in one hand and cradling the pair of champagne flutes in his other palm, he gestured to the seats. “Go ahead and have a seat. We’ll be taking off soon.” She seemed to hesitate, as if gauging her chances at making a run for it. Her nerves amused him. She’d been so damn defensive the other morning at Cutie Pies.
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