Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Work, like I said.”
“What do you do?”
Those green eyes smile at me again. If I were a romantic person, I’d say I could lose myself in them.
They’re like the mossy hills of Ireland.
Not that I’ve ever been to Ireland. We have family there, but I’ve never gotten the chance to go.
“I’m a travel writer for a major network.”
“No way.”
He laughs, and I feel it all the way to my toes. “Way. They send me all over the world to scout things, do some writing, and then they send in crews to film.”
“Wow, that sounds exciting.”
“What about you?”
I frown. “What about me?”
“What do you do that you couldn’t get away for a family vacation to one of the most beautiful places in the world?”
“Oh, that. I’m an accountant.”
I expect him to balk and ask me why I would choose something so boring. That’s usually the response I get.
But he just nods slowly. “Wow, that’s kind of cool.”
I stare at him for a full ten seconds and then burst out laughing. I laugh until my sides hurt. I haven’t laughed this hard in years.
When I slow down and wipe a tear from my eye, he passes me a tissue.
“No one has ever said that what I do is cool.”
“Hey, aside from figuring out time zones because I’m an expert at that these days, I’m not good with numbers. So, meeting someone who is is cool.”
“Thanks.” I wipe the last of the tears and take a deep breath.
“What’s your name?”
“Oh, sorry. Maddie. Maddie Montgomery. And I really should get back to work.” I point at the laptop.
“I hate to break it to you, Maddie Montgomery, but you’re on vacation. Therefore, you absolutely should not work.”
“Yeah, well, my clients would disagree with you.”
“Do your clients never take holidays?”
“Oh, they do. And then they try to write them off on their taxes.” I grin at him. “Sometimes, they can. But most of the time, they can’t.”
“Can you write this one off?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head.
“What if I asked you accounting questions?”
“I could only write it off if you actually hired me, and there was work to be done in Iceland. Nice try, though. Besides, I’m not paying for it. Uncle Luke treated all of us cousins for Christmas.”
“I like Uncle Luke,” Dylan says with a laugh.
“You probably do,” I say with a nod. “He’s Luke Williams.”
The smile falls from Dylan’s face. “The movie guy?”
“That’s him.”
“He did a guest spot on our channel a few years ago. Narrated a limited series for us.”
“Really? I didn’t know that.”
“Small world,” he murmurs. “So, tell me, Maddie…”
Here it comes. The part where a guy just wants all the information about my family and doesn’t give a rat’s ass about me. Why did I tell him who Luke is? Why couldn’t I just flirt with a guy without making it weird?
“What’s that?”
“What do you have planned while you’re in Iceland?”
“Nothing.” I reopen the computer. “I’m only there for about twenty-four hours. Then, I’m headed back home.”
“Oh, fuck that.”
My head whips around, and I stare at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re flying all the way to Iceland, one of the most magical places in the freaking world, and you’re not going to see anything?”
I hold up the computer and give it a little wave. “Work.”
“Nope. No work. Take the week and enjoy it, Maddie. You only get this one life. Live a little.”
“I appreciate your concern, but you don’t even know me, Dylan.”
“I’d like to, if I’m being honest. I took one look at you when I boarded and just knew.”
“Knew what?” Why is my heart suddenly beating so damn fast?
He leans a little closer, and I catch the scent of cedar mixed with something spicy.
“I knew that I wanted to know you.”
“Why?”
Those green eyes narrow, and something else replaces the humor in them. Heat? Lust?
Whatever it is, it makes the cha-cha turn into the merengue.
“Sexy woman, wearing glasses. Have I mentioned that I have a thing for glasses?”
“No.”
“Well, I do. Your fingers are long and slim and fly over that keyboard. It’s sexy.”
“My typing is sexy?”
“Hmm.” He nods slowly. “And I like the scarf you’re wearing.”
I glance down at the red silk scarf with white cats on it that Josie got me for Christmas last year.
“The red makes your eyes look like pools of melted chocolate.”
“Um, am I in an alternate universe?” I glance around to find the other passengers in first class completely ignoring us—watching screens, snacking, or sleeping.
And then the overhead lights go out, casting the cabin into darkness so the passengers who want to sleep the night away until we land can do so.
“Mood lighting,” Dylan whispers next to me, and I giggle. “I’m breaking through that shell of yours.”
“I think you’re just wearing me down.”
“Same difference.”
He touches me, and I think my heart might explode. Then he reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear.