“Are you nervous?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve ridden on a plane before.”
Luc and I were sitting together on his private jet preparing for take off. Luc had been attentive to my safety the minute we stepped on the plane. Though I was capable of buckling a seatbelt, he double checked that I was secured in my seat. He would’ve triple checked had I not stopped him. He rested his hand on my knee, I assumed more out of comfort for him than me.
Luc shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. Are you ready to see my family?”
We were flying out from the island to Genoa, Italy, where Luc’s family lived. Days after the banquet, our relationship only continued to progress. Since business dealings were all running as scheduled, Luc suggested we take a short vacation.
“Of course. They loved me at the we
