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his hands and filled it herself.
    “Sure.” She tried to hide her surprise and anticipation of a visit to the ritzy hotel. “The Bellagio is fine with me.”
    The glass chilled quickly, frosting her fingers. She hurried back toward her seat and sipped the water before setting the glass on a nearby coffee-like table.
    “Can I get you anything else?”
    She shook her head. “Will Julian be joining me during the flight? I don’t really like sitting out here by myself.”
    Soren’s sympathetic smile said he felt sorry for her. “I will inform Mr. de Laurent.” He bowed his head and backed out of the cabin.
    The last couple of days had been long and stressful. Camille’s eyelids grew heavy and she scrutinized her chair and the sofa nearby. She moved to it, wanting to rest for a moment or two. The couch melded around her, lulling her into slumber.
    J ulian exited the cockpit and headed toward the cabin, fully aware of the haughty smirk spreading over his mouth.
    Camille Chandler, soon to be de Laurent, was a force to be reckoned with. No doubt she could easily handle anything papa or Madeleine threw at her, but more than that, she had the makings to become a wildcat in bed.
    Before the marriage was over, he would have her, and it wouldn’t happen out of a sense of obligation.
    Watching her sleeping on the couch, he appraised her with more than mild interest. Her nubile body filled him with an inner excitement. Blonde hair strewn across her delicately carved face beckoned him to her side.
    “Chéri.” Gentle fingers swept her hair back.
    She stumbled out of the sleepy fog and when her gaze settled on Julian, a hint of pink stained her cheeks.
    “We’re about to take off. The seatbelt is a good idea.”
    She sat up and, to his dismay, inched away from him.
    “Gee, I didn’t realize I was so tired.” Camille fumbled for the seatbelt.
    He placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping to calm her. “No worries, Chéri. Once we’re in the air there’s a state room where you can rest.”
    The color in her cheeks deepened and a bewildered smile touched her face. “Do you have any food? I’m kind of hungry.”
    “Food? Of course. What would you like?”
    “What do you got?”
    “Soren,” Julian lifted his voice slightly.
    His assistant appeared. “Sir.”
    “Miss Chandler is hungry. I trust we have something that will meet with her approval once we’re in the air?”
    “Most of the dinners we have will take longer to prepare than we will be in the air,” Soren said. “We do have sandwich meals. Turkey or ham, I believe.”
    Julian looked at Camille.
    “Turkey.” She nodded.
    “Excellent.” Julian’s smile turned on at half-power as he leaned back against the sofa.
    Camille reached for her water glass and glanced at Julian.
    He stretched his arms along the back of the couch. “Will our U.S. wedding take place this evening or tomorrow?”
    With a shrug born in indifference she waved and said, “How about this evening?” She didn’t say anything more until his gaze met hers. “Do you think we can get someone from one of the chapels to come to our suite instead of going there? I know you want to keep it under wraps.”
    “If that’s what you want. I’ll make it happen.” He touched her cheek in a wistful gesture. “We’ll want to wait until my legal counsel drops by, of course.”
    There was no way they’d be tying any knots before they’d signed prenuptial agreements and business contracts. Julian was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid.
    “We can wait until tomorrow if it helps.”
    Soren came in and the mild scent of turkey filled the cabin. Julian’s stomach ached. Perhaps he should’ve ordered something.
    Camille straightened and clasped her hands in her lap. Soren placed a tray with everything she could possibly want on the table before them. She opened the sandwich and tossed aside the lettuce and tomato, painted the bread with a thin layer of mayonnaise, dusted it with salt and pepper,