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conversation.
    Chloe was going to need time and an uninterrupted flow with no prying eyes, to enable her to disclose all the suppressed personal feelings about our situation. So I let it go and took her hand in mine, lifting it to kiss the back of it.
    Glancing back at Chloe, I could still see her confusion. Her stilted smile gave away how nervous she was about opening up and her hesitancy showed me how skittish she was about being in a new relationship. Giving her hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance I said, “No worries Chloe, take your time. We have however long it takes, just promise me this…you won’t just take off without a word.”
     

CHAPTER 4 - UNBELIEVABLE
    Chloe
     
    Thank goodness the cabin bell sounded from the cock-pit. The lanky steward reappeared immediately, checked we had our seatbelts on, then sat down buckling himself into his dropdown seat in readiness for landing. By the look on Gibson’s face, he wanted answers and he wasn’t going to let the topic of Kace drop. Expressing how I felt and what I had to offer wasn’t really easy when I couldn’t articulate what it was that I wanted to say.
    One thing was for sure, I was developing feelings for Gibson that I couldn’t afford. Everything about him was pulling me in and all the thoughts whirling around in my brain and the fact that he was drawn to me as well, wasn’t making much sense.
    Fantasies I had about Gibson sweeping me off my feet and giving me this happy ever after kept being disrupted  when my head still carried vivid images of the fascinating, hypnotizing rock star on stage with fans literally dropping at his feet as others stood with wild expressions of lust and want painted on their faces. That part of Gibson’s world scared me to death.
    Other images played heavily on my mind, like ones I had of Gibson the boy/man at nineteen that was screwing every woman that was willing and wore a short skirt for easy access. Those gave me a raw, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, because I knew those scenes would forever play out in my mind, no matter what happened between us.
    Every day I was falling into Gibson a little more. No, if I am honest a lot more and that brought another wave of fresh worries to my mind.  Most red blooded women would have stared in disbelief and advised me to get with the program and take all he was willing to give me.
    Gibson was a smoking hot rock star who said all the right things and tried so hard to make me feel special. Why?   Apart from Gibson’s reputation making me cautious, Kace had once said all those things to me as well, and look at the outcome of that relationship.
    Relieved that Gibson didn’t push me for an answer on the plane, I forgot myself and exhaled heavily with relief, but his pointed comment about waiting until we were at the cabin hung between us like stale cigarette smoke. Falling into an awkward silence, Gibson continued to hold my hand tightly and I got the feeling he thought I was going to take off the first chance I got.
    Honesty is high on my list of attributes in someone close to me. If I am wrong, I expected to be told and I also expect to be told the truth, even if it hurts. Going with my gut thus far, I had given Gibson a certain degree of trust, but that had been me trying to live in the ‘now.’ Conscious of Gibson’s close scrutiny of me, I became self-aware and tried to smile at him. Gibson eyed me with suspicion and I figured that he didn’t fall for that.
    Blocking the past was becoming an acquired skill, but I knew that burying the trauma of what had happened would only make it worse in the long term. Whenever feelings began to surface, I could feel myself shy away from facing anything painful.
    The plane taxied to a stop at the gate and the whine of the engine stopped. Rising out of his seat, the cabin steward began preparing for our exit. Gibson unbuckled his belt, stretched, then stood and stretched in front of me again.  Mesmerized by his muscles flexing and