The hum of the helicopter filled the air immediately after Zac guided Mia inside it, his grip firm yet gentle.
“I wanted to keep this private, away from the cameras,” he murmured, helping her inside. “It’s not the right time for us to be seen. Not just yet.”
Mia settled into the plush leather seat, the luxury of the private helicopter sinking in. She had never been in one before. As she reached for the seatbelt, Zac was already there, securing it for her. His fingers brushed against her skin briefly, sending an unexpected jolt through her.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, his voice low.
She nodded, though her heart had started to race—not from the altitude but from the proximity.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he added. His voice was quiet, but it reached her over the hum of the helico
