“What are you reading?” he asks once we’re at cruising altitude. “A book,” I say without looking up. “What kind of a book? Thriller? Biography? Nonfiction?” “It’s a romance novel.” “What’s it about? And don’t say romance.” I hide a smile and finally raise my gaze to his, only to catch his eyes sparkling. Good God. “It’s about what every romance novel is about—a happy ending,” I say. Seconds go by as my words sink into his brain. His brows lift, and a slow, sexy smile slips across his lips. “Is that an innuendo?” he asks. “Maybe.” “Now I’m curious.” He glances at the book cover. “What’s the
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