Jaime blinked then started to laugh. “When did she say that?”
“When I had to tell Keith about you. I thought for sure he’d run, but twenty-five years later, we’re still simmering.”
“Mom! I don’t want to know that.”
Her mother stood, offered a hand and pulled Jaime to her feet. “I know. Ever since you turned twelve all I’m good for is a shoulder to cry on and rides. Let’s go to the airport.”
…
Xavier looked down at the tiny journal, amazed by how many of the items he’d been able to check off the list. He’d expected to feel something, closure maybe at having done so many. Instead he was wistful for a childhood that could have been, and for the first time in his life he was actually thinking that someday he’d have a child of his own.
Next summer he’d come back, finish the list and try again with Jaime. The items blurred in front of his eyes. Xavier tried to focus, but nothing seemed to work. His mind volleyed between Jaime’s refusal to accept anything he offered and Natalie’s advice to beg her if he had to.
He couldn’t do that. He wanted her to see as much potential in them as he did, and if she didn’t… Well, obviously she didn’t. Xavier stood, dropping the journal into the recliner. He made his way through the cabin of the jet, back to the stateroom.
He opened his traveling case and stared at clothes he hadn’t worn since he’d ended his driving adventure. Unbuttoning his shirt, he’d never felt more ridiculous. He was a grown man getting sentimental about the I left my heart in South Dakota T-shirt she’d bought him as a joke.
He shrugged off the dress shirt and pulled on the tee. It was a long flight back and he might as well be comfortable. Next he traded the shoes for bare feet and the slacks for a pair of cargo shorts, the one’s he’d worn the day he picked up Jaime in that rundown DC neighborhood. He rubbed his hair for good measure. Sometime during the trip it had grown long enough to comb, but he didn’t care to look put together when he felt like his life was falling apart.
Closing the case, he slid it back into the closet and sank down onto the bed. He should have picked up some sleeping pills and dozed his way back home. It would beat the hell out of wallowing in self-pity while the plane was fueled up and stocked with provisions.
The minutes had crawled by since he’d walked away from Jaime, each one tugging at him to think of another way. With fashion week less than a month from now, he really couldn’t be away from Marie-Chloe any longer. As the first season without his mother leading the design team and his father’s retirement imminent, it was imperative he and Natalie present a united front.
The decision to use curvier models was a bold one, garnering a lot of publicity. Thanks to their father’s tirade yesterday, not all of the press was good. The business was bigger than him. Too many people depended on him to set things right. He couldn’t check out so he could get his personal life in order. Still, he didn’t take no for an answer in business and he wasn’t comfortable doing so now.
When he came to New York for fashion week in November, he’d figure out a way to work in a few days in whatever city Jaime ended up. What he felt for her wasn’t a lustful infatuation. It was something bigger, deeper. Something he was unwilling to be without for a moment longer than he had to.
Out of sight, out of mind was not something he would let happen. No, he’d make sure to fly in every few months and tilt her world a little. Enough so that by next summer she’d be willing to come to France. Once he got her there he knew he could convince her to stay.
With the outline of a plan set in his mind, Xavier opted to get some work done. He crossed the room and stepped into the cabin just as the outside doors opened and natural light flooded the space. Thank goodness the hostess was back with the provisions for the trip. One step closer to getting off the ground.
Except behind the hostess with her cart of food was the last person he expected to see, and the only person he truly wanted to. She seemed intent on helping the hostess push the cart into the galley and talking about coffee of all things.
He cleared his throat. “I’m glad you changed your mind.”
Jaime turned, smiling as she walked to him. “I haven’t yet. Thank you for leaving my name at the gate. The whole drive here I wondered how I was supposed to get on the plane.” She stopped a few feet from him and ran her hand along the back of one of the recliners. “I hate flying. Usually I have to take something to get through it.”
“I have something I could give you.” He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe of the stateroom, silently willing her to come to him.
Jaime rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you do. But before we take off and I start having a panic attack, I have some things I should say.”
“Something you couldn’t have told me earlier?”
“Earlier I still had my pride.” She stepped to him with careful slowness. “Now I’m thinking if there is something I really want, I should stop at nothing to get it.”
“I agree.” Tension slid from his shoulders, loosened the tightness in his chest. “I was planning to come to you every few months to remind you of what you were missing out on, or maybe to remind myself.”
She stood in front of him, her body trembling. He reached for her hands, damp and cool. He lifted them and placed her palms flat against his chest. The contact soothed him. He hoped it did the same for her.
“I know you don’t like ultimatums and strings, but I’m coming to Paris to be with you. I’m not staying in an apartment you’re not in.”
“I’m glad. I’d hate for you to come all that way and sleep alone. I have a penthouse in the city. We’ll live there.” Her body relaxed at his words and he wrapped his arms around her. She sank deeper against him and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I’m not going so we can continue our fling. I’m here because somewhere along the way I started to fall in love with you and I don’t want to stop.”
Emotion surged through him at her words. He framed her face in his hands and lifted her gaze to his. His stomach tensed and he felt as if he were about to jump off a cliff without a bungee cord. “I’m falling in love with you too.”
Her eyes sparkled with fresh tears, and he couldn’t wait another second. He lifted her off her feet and carried her into the stateroom, kicking the door closed behind them. He set her down on the bed and then lay beside her.
“This can’t be safe.” Jaime inched back on the bed until her head found the pillow, her brown hair spilling around her in waves.
“I have condoms. Somewhere,” Xavier said, his mouth hungry on hers, saying everything he’d tell her someday, when he trusted his emotions more.
“Wait.” Jaime squirmed free from beneath him. “I mean the plane. Don’t we need to be in seats, with seatbelts and learn the emergency procedures?”
“Jaime, the only emergency we’ll have is if you try and get off this bed.”
He took her lips again as their bodies sank into the mattress. He might be about to fly back to Paris, but he’d finally found his way home.
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