Chapter Six
Three days later, she was excited to see the helicopter on the roof of the hotel. The trips around Miami and southern Florida had been fun, but she was eager to return to the island. It seemed like home. Since nowhere had felt like home in seven years, Lanie didn’t know whether to embrace the feeling or to try to deny it. So much depended on what Jason wanted from her—and for how long.
She had nearly forgotten how much she hated the helicopter, but remembered within minutes of being in the air. Lanie squeezed Jason’s hand, keeping her eyes closed.
“You need a distraction,” he whispered in her ear.
She opened one eye a slit. “What?”
“A little something to take your mind off the flight.” As he spoke, Jason moved his hand up her thigh, under the short skirt of the flirty dres
