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“
Here
’
s
your
flight
plan
,
Mr
.
Grey
.
All
external
checks
are
done
.
It
’
s
ready
and
waiting
,
sir
.
You
’
re
free
to
go
.
”
“
Thank
you
,
Joe
.
”
Christian
smiles
warmly
at
him
.
Oh
.
Someone
deserving
of
the
polite
treatment
from
Christian
.
Perhaps
he
’
s
not
an
employee
.
I
stare
at
the
old
guy
in
awe
.
“
Let
’
s
go
,
”
Christian
says
,
and
we
make
our
way
toward
the
helicopter
.
When
we
’
re
up
close
,
it
’
s
much
bigger
than
I
thought
.
I
expected
it
to
be
a
roadster
version
for
two
,
but
it
has
at
least
seven
seats
.
Christian
opens
the
door
and
directs
me
to
one
of
the
seats
at
the
very
front
.
“
Sit
—
don
’
t
touch
anything
,
”
he
orders
as
he
climbs
in
behind
me
.
He
shuts
the
door
with
a
slam
.
I
’
m
glad
that
the
area
is
floodlit
,
otherwise
I
’
d
find
it
difficult
to
see
inside
the
small
cockpit
.
I
sit
down
in
my
allotted
seat
,
and
he
crouches
beside
me
to
strap
me
into
the
harness
.
It
’
s
a
four
-
point
harness
with
all
the
straps
connecting
to
one
central
buckle
.
He
tightens
both
of
the
upper
straps
,
so
I
can
hardly
move
.
He
’
s
so
close
and
intent
on
what
he
’
s
doing
.
If
I
could
only
lean
forward
,
my
nose
would
be
in
his
hair
.
He
smells
clean
,
fresh
,
heavenly
,
but
I
’
m
fastened
securely
into
my
seat
and
effectively
immobile
.
He
glances
up
and
smiles
,
like
he
’
s
enjoying
his
usual
private
joke
,
his
eyes
heated
.
He
’
s
so
tantalizingly
close
.
I
hold
my
breath
as
he
pulls
at
one
of
the
upper
straps
.
“
You
’
re
secure
,
no
escaping
,
”
he
whispers
.
“
Breathe
,
Anastasia
,
”
he
adds
softly
.
Reaching
up
,
he
caresses
my
cheek
,
running
his
long
fingers
down
to
my
chin
,
which
he
grasps
between
his
thumb
and
forefinger
.
He
leans
forward
and
plants
a
brief
,
chaste
kiss
,
leaving
me
reeling
,
my
insides
clenching
at
the
thrilling
,
unexpected
touch
of
his
lips
.
“
I
like
this
harness
,
”
he
whispers
.
What
?
