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rippling under his tight bottle green t-shirt, I had a flashback to the time I hid in my campus dorm building watching him make those same actions shirtless after an early morning run.
    Fighting my feelings, I lowered my eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed and focused on the small screw that held one of the plane’s paneled walls together to the side of him. Luckily, Johnny opened the cockpit door, taking Gibson’s attention away from me. It was frightening how he could disarm me so easily, so I was thankful for the breathing space.
    “Sean, can I get a hand out here?” Johnny waited for Sean to unseal the door and push it open before lowering the stairs with the thick cord. Both men began to descend onto the runway.
    Straightening his stance, Gibson bent forward and unbuckled my belt, and took my hands to pull me to stand. “Come here, darlin’ you look like you need a hug.” I did.
    Luckily, as we got out of the car Gibson was distracted by Johnny for a moment and I slid into the backseat of the Mercedes saloon car that was waiting for us, noting that Gibson must like Mercedes cars, because this was the second time I’d been in a similar one.
    For several minutes I watched the two men talking through the window and judging by the look on Gibson’s face, whatever was being said was vexing him because his brow was bunched and he was talking animatedly, pointing downward as if he was emphasizing each point he was making. Again, I had one of those moments where I couldn’t believe what was happening to me and that Gibson would step forward, open the door and explain that this whole deal between us was a mistake.
    Six weeks ago I had been preparing to leave Kace and when I’d had the courage to run away to my new life, there had been no respite to recover emotionally before Gibson came on the scene. Barely recovering from the physical aspects of domestic violence, I knew the mental scars had to take much longer. Time wasn’t the only factor affecting how I was feeling either.
    Being around Gibson would take a lot of confidence and mental preparation. Confidence I didn’t have, most of it had been beaten out of me. Would being able to face the press and the loss of my anonymity, be beyond my capability? While I was thinking about all of this, I must have spaced out a bit because I never saw the men conclude their discussion before Gibson slid into the driver’s seat. He turned as the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips but he fought it and stared seriously at me.
    “So Chloe, are you going to sit in the back and strip naked for me like a groupie, or are you going to climb up front and sit beside me like a normal girlfriend would do?” Whoa! Girlfriend?   The label someone like Gibson with all his bad-boy history was honoring me with was like a shock in the center of my chest and his words made my heartbeat race wildly.
    Whatever I had thought was going on between us, Gibson defining it with that title was completely unexpected. Recognizing that he was obviously serious about being with me, I wondered if he’d feel the same once I’d spoken about Kace and he realized what a mess I was.
    “Well? What’s it to be?” Gibson had turned his head and was staring at me with a raised eyebrow in question. “Go on Chloe, you already told me you won’t be one of my groupies, so what do you say?”
    When I reached for the handle and missed because I was still staring at him in disbelief, his roguish smile played on his lips right before he started to laugh. “Get that sexy ass up in front here, I’m missing you already and I told you I want you beside me.”
    Once I was settled in the front again, I was aware of the care Gibson took when he was driving. “You want to put some sounds on?” Reaching over I hit the on button for the radio and “Because of You” by Kelly Clarkson was just starting and as I listened to the words I wondered if they were another omen for me.  “ Because of you I’m afraid to let anyone