Billionaire Brothers 01-04 The Complete Serial Box Set by Meg Watson

Author:Meg Watson [Watson, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Meg Watson
Published: 2015-03-23T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 3

IT WAS JUST DAWN when we arrived in Amsterdam. I had woken several times over the Atlantic and finding the cabin filled with darkness and the white noise of the filtered air, I quickly found myself overwhelmingly sleepy again. It was too comfortable to lay in Jackson’s embrace as the jet hummed and vibrated.

Jennifer/Amber touched my shoulder gently at some point later and asked if I would like to have the grilled tenderloin and fruit they had prepared for dinner. I shook my head lazily and drifted back to my nap. Some part of me remembered I was naked under the blanket but her eyes showed no sign of judgement at all. She stood and smiled shyly over her shoulder, presumably at Declan across the aisle, and I nestled happily into the crook of Jackson’s arm.

I finally woke fully when I felt the initial descent and sat up to look out of the small oval window. The North Sea was inky black below us with the horizon just barely catching fire. Bands of red and ochre pushed up into the purple-black sky as we flew swiftly toward the rapidly growing coastline.

Jackson still slept with his arm flung over my waist. I rearranged the blanket back over his shoulder and couldn’t help but smile at his musky, totally relaxed slumber. There was something so sweet about his vulnerability, his easy charm, though I suspected there was an ineffable strength at the center of it. Of course he was affable to the core. What on earth could a billionaire ever really worry about?

Plucking my dress from the back of the sofa where someone - Jennifer/Amber? - had neatly laid it out, I pulled it over my head and secured the tie under my breasts. Looking around, I found where I had flung my purse and dug inside it until I came across the spare panties I had thought to pack. The pointelles, I assumed, were beyond hope.

The landscape came into view: a strangely arranged map of roads and houses in crooked rays and imperfect circles, lit up by street and house lights. Somehow I could tell this wasn’t an American city, and then remembered Amsterdam was hundreds of years older than the first American settlements. It was such a simple revelation: the organic growth of a very old city looks different than the planned grids of a new one. This city was sinuous, undulating, gathered around the waterways like it was begging for a sip.

The sky lightened to grey all over while the horizon brightened and caught fire. As the jet banked smoothly to the left, Jackson shifted and stirred.

“Sleep OK?” he asked through a smile, his forearm flung over his eyes.

“Like I was born in a jet,” I grinned.

He nodded sleepily, arching his back in a luxurious stretch. Across the aisle, Declan sat up in his reclined captain’s chair and snapped the footrest back, then ran his fingers through the magically still magazine-quality tousle on top of his head.

“Hey,” he said, grinning.

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