sides.
Besides, once she is acknowledged as an Alpha female of our pack she'll be off
limits. It'll be official."
"It
won't matter to some."
"Maybe.
We will keep her safe Linc. We'll find a way." He looked down at his
precious burden. "Anything else is unacceptable."
***
They took a
helicopter to the mainland and then a limo to the airport. It was extravagant
and had Becca sighing at the continued sign that the guys were ridiculously
wealthy. She had worn her usual travel outfit of jeans, tennis shoes and her
favorite red t-shirt. It was almost the exact same outfit as what Jacob wore,
only his was the six-foot stud version, and his t-shirt was navy blue, so she
figured, even with Linc and Griffin in slacks and dress shirts, she was safe
enough in her choice. Then she saw their private plane.
Sleek and no
doubt fast, it was also tiny. Not that it would be embarrassed to be seen by
other private planes, but it was not the huge airline she was used to. It made
her a bit nervous for two reasons. One, she was significantly under dressed,
and two, she apparently had a tiny fear of flying in small planes. Especially
after the pilot was introduced.
She was tall
and slender, beautifully golden all over, and her name was Cleo. Not that any
of that was a problem, she was all for a woman pilot, even a young, beautiful
one, with hair that shimmered in the morning light, usually. But not one that
had to skip school to take the trip.
"How
old are you?” Rebecca asked. Her voice belligerent with nerves.
"20,
how old are you?" The girl raised a perfectly arched brow, her eyes
frosty blue.
"Cleo."
The other man on the tarmac with them had been introduced as the security
presence. Logan McCord. He looked like a Logan McCord. Tall, rangy, with
broad shoulders and cowboy boots. He had brown hair that was cut short but
curled slightly at the nape of his neck. He reminded her of an old time
gunslinger with his gruff voice and assessing hazel eyes. Though, after
watching the way he moved, more than anyone else she'd ever met, he made her
think wolf. The predatory kind. Right now he was using those eyes to warn Cleo
to watch her manners.
It reminded
her of Griffin in all his bossy glory. When Cleo just rolled her eyes, looking
more like a teen-ager than ever, it made Rebecca laugh.
Cleo looked
over at her, lips lifting at the corner like she wanted to smile but was unsure
of her welcome.
"I'm
36." Becca smiled at the young girl. "And if you tell me you're a
good pilot, and not in training, I promise not to mouth off any more, or
make catty remarks out of jealousy. Though, I will say that it’s grossly
unfair for you to be younger, prettier, skinnier, and have hair like
that."
Cleo smiled
for real this time, her eyes losing their frost. It made her look even
younger. "I am the best pilot you will ever meet," Cleo said. She
canted her head to the side, studying Rebecca, her smile growing. "Would
it help if I said I always wanted to be a short curvy brunet with dainty feet
and perfect breasts?"
Becca
laughed outright, putting out her hand for a shake. "It does actually.
Thanks. I'm Becca."
"Nice
to meet you Becca," Cleo said. Rebecca tried not to wince from the
strength of the girl’s handshake. It was obvious she sincerely had no idea her
grip was painful, so Becca just kept smiling.
"I'm
going to start the pre-flight," she said to Lucas, then turned back to
Becca and winked. "I'll see you later Becca."
She hopped
nimbly up the stairs, turned one more time to smile down at them with an
inexplicably relieved smile, and then was gone.
"Jeesh,”
Becca said, shaking out her hand. "It must be painful being that pretty."
"She
gets a lot of Guff,” Logan said, studying Becca. She bet he didn't miss much.
"Especially the women tend to be snippy with her. But she wasn't lyin'.
She's the best natural pilot I've ever seen. There isn't anything
Besides, once she is acknowledged as an Alpha female of our pack she'll be off
limits. It'll be official."
"It
won't matter to some."
"Maybe.
We will keep her safe Linc. We'll find a way." He looked down at his
precious burden. "Anything else is unacceptable."
***
They took a
helicopter to the mainland and then a limo to the airport. It was extravagant
and had Becca sighing at the continued sign that the guys were ridiculously
wealthy. She had worn her usual travel outfit of jeans, tennis shoes and her
favorite red t-shirt. It was almost the exact same outfit as what Jacob wore,
only his was the six-foot stud version, and his t-shirt was navy blue, so she
figured, even with Linc and Griffin in slacks and dress shirts, she was safe
enough in her choice. Then she saw their private plane.
Sleek and no
doubt fast, it was also tiny. Not that it would be embarrassed to be seen by
other private planes, but it was not the huge airline she was used to. It made
her a bit nervous for two reasons. One, she was significantly under dressed,
and two, she apparently had a tiny fear of flying in small planes. Especially
after the pilot was introduced.
She was tall
and slender, beautifully golden all over, and her name was Cleo. Not that any
of that was a problem, she was all for a woman pilot, even a young, beautiful
one, with hair that shimmered in the morning light, usually. But not one that
had to skip school to take the trip.
"How
old are you?” Rebecca asked. Her voice belligerent with nerves.
"20,
how old are you?" The girl raised a perfectly arched brow, her eyes
frosty blue.
"Cleo."
The other man on the tarmac with them had been introduced as the security
presence. Logan McCord. He looked like a Logan McCord. Tall, rangy, with
broad shoulders and cowboy boots. He had brown hair that was cut short but
curled slightly at the nape of his neck. He reminded her of an old time
gunslinger with his gruff voice and assessing hazel eyes. Though, after
watching the way he moved, more than anyone else she'd ever met, he made her
think wolf. The predatory kind. Right now he was using those eyes to warn Cleo
to watch her manners.
It reminded
her of Griffin in all his bossy glory. When Cleo just rolled her eyes, looking
more like a teen-ager than ever, it made Rebecca laugh.
Cleo looked
over at her, lips lifting at the corner like she wanted to smile but was unsure
of her welcome.
"I'm
36." Becca smiled at the young girl. "And if you tell me you're a
good pilot, and not in training, I promise not to mouth off any more, or
make catty remarks out of jealousy. Though, I will say that it’s grossly
unfair for you to be younger, prettier, skinnier, and have hair like
that."
Cleo smiled
for real this time, her eyes losing their frost. It made her look even
younger. "I am the best pilot you will ever meet," Cleo said. She
canted her head to the side, studying Rebecca, her smile growing. "Would
it help if I said I always wanted to be a short curvy brunet with dainty feet
and perfect breasts?"
Becca
laughed outright, putting out her hand for a shake. "It does actually.
Thanks. I'm Becca."
"Nice
to meet you Becca," Cleo said. Rebecca tried not to wince from the
strength of the girl’s handshake. It was obvious she sincerely had no idea her
grip was painful, so Becca just kept smiling.
"I'm
going to start the pre-flight," she said to Lucas, then turned back to
Becca and winked. "I'll see you later Becca."
She hopped
nimbly up the stairs, turned one more time to smile down at them with an
inexplicably relieved smile, and then was gone.
"Jeesh,”
Becca said, shaking out her hand. "It must be painful being that pretty."
"She
gets a lot of Guff,” Logan said, studying Becca. She bet he didn't miss much.
"Especially the women tend to be snippy with her. But she wasn't lyin'.
She's the best natural pilot I've ever seen. There isn't anything
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