Still Into You: A Novel (Better Than Series Book 3) by Emme Burton Page A

don’t know anyone with a private plane.  Well, now he knows the Lawnmower guys, but other than that…
                  I hear the curtain from the other part of the plane being opened and someone clearing their throat.  “Uh-hem.  Mr. and Mrs. Brandon, we’ve landed at Spirit airport.  You are welcome to deplane whenever you’d like.”  It’s the cabin attendant. 
                  Davis just smiles at her over my shoulder, as I drop my head to his chest, embarrassed at being caught making out. “Thank you, we’ll be right out.”
                  Davis slides me off of him and we sit, side by side on the couch.  He laughs out loud. 
                  “Busted! I thought we might get initiated after all,” he says.
                  I chirp, “We aren’t a mile high anymore.”
                  Looking down at his pants, he draws my attention there, “One of us is.”
                  I shake my head and then squeeze his knee. 
    Davis stands up, pulls me up off the couch into his embrace and smacks me on the ass.  “Let’s go home.”
    ***
    As we step off the elevator, Donnie Garrett greets us with a wave from our front door.  I don’t know how he knew exactly what time we’d get here, but here he is.  I didn’t text him when we landed, only when we took off.
    “Why is he here?” Davis whispers down to me.  He’s squeezing my hand and I can sense the tenseness in his grip.
    I squeeze back, more gently, trying to calm him.  I whisper back, “I told you.  Donnie and I have a plan.  A way to stop Randall.”
    Davis sighs, but continues to walk down the hall.  He hasn’t looked at me since he spotted Donnie. “I thought coming home and keeping you safe was the plan.  Tell me that’s the plan.”
    I reply, tentatively, “It’s the first part of the plan.”
    Davis growls his next words, “I can tell I’m not going to like this plan.”
    When we arrive at our door from a walk down the hall that felt eternal, Davis snaps out a terse greeting to Detective Garrett.  I get the sense he’s recalling the deal I made with the STL Metro police to aid with the arrest of Randall Ireland a few years ago.
    Davis greets the detective with a surly tone, “Donnie.”
    “Davis,” Donnie responds, then, glances at me, “Hey, Biz.”  I can see a bit of tension in his eyes.  I know he’s also not thrilled about this plan, but we need to do it.  I need to do it.
    Davis opens the door, but before any of us go through he turns and asks Donnie, “Can you… just give us two minutes before we do this?  We just got home.  We’ve barely seen each other for almost two weeks and Biz is really tired.  Just… two minutes.”
    Donnie holds up both his hands, “No problem, man.  Completely understand.  Take your time.”  Donnie goes right into security mode.  He turns his back on us, squares his feet and places his hands behind his back.  I see his eyes shift up and down the hall.
    ***
    “Do we have to do this now?  Right now? I was hoping to at least have tonight with you.” Davis drops our bags in the entry and paces in front of the couch.
    I go to him and stop his pacing.  I run my hands up and down his arms, trying to soothe.  He finally looks me in the eyes.  His are damp and glistening.  I don’t have a drop of moisture in mine. “Hey, Davis… Mav… We are going to have tonight.  It’s going to be fine.  Just… please just listen to our idea.”
    Davis runs his hands through his hair.  That’s it.  That’s the motion that tells me he’s not okay.  He’s worried.  I reach up and bring his hands down to rest on my hips.  I replace his hands in his hair with my own.  I could stroke his dark silky hair endlessly. 
    “I don’t want you in any danger, okay?” Davis’ voice is rough.
    “Okay.  I don’t think I will be.”
    Davis cuts me off, “Not, ‘I don’t think…’ NO!