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“There he is now,” Justin said, and as she turned to look toward the back entrance of the building, there was Sandman. Her heart skipped a beat as she absorbed his attire. Dark blue jeans, cowboy boots, button-down blue shirt and a Stetson on his head. He removed the sunglasses and damn did her libido do a double, no triple take. Oh my God, he’s gorgeous.

She cleared her throat as he eyed her over and then shook Justin’s hand.

“Everything go well?”

“Yes, sir, no one followed us,” Justin replied then smiled before looking at Grace.

She pulled the police cap off her head causing her long brown hair to fall past her shoulders. It wasn’t like she was trying to look sexy, but the way Sandman stared at her then gave an intense expression made her blood pump through her veins. He reached his hand out toward her.

“Come on. Big Jay should be landing any second.”

“Big Jay?” she asked as the sound of the rotors of a helicopter approaching filled the air.

Justin glanced at his watch.

“Right on time.”

“No, he should have been here thirty seconds ago.”

Grace wondered who Big Jay was and why Sandman was so concerned over a lousy thirty seconds. She was about to ask him when a beautiful black helicopter landed on the blacktop right outside of the hangar.

“Come on, sweetheart, your chariot awaits.” She tried protesting as Justin waved good-bye and Sandman dragged her closer to the helicopter. The rotors continued to pump round and round, making that very distinct sound as her hair blew around her face.

“Sandman, I’m not going in that thing. I thought you said a plane,” she protested as they stood by the edge of the helicopter door.

“Honey, this is the plan. It’s safe, I promise. Big Jay is the best.” Sandman stared at her with those intense blue eyes of his and she weakened.

“Oh God, I can’t believe this.”

He lifted her up, placing his large hand against her waist and hip. She looked at the pilot and holy shit he was just as big and attractive as Sandman. Dressed in some camouflage pants and a tight fitted black T-shirt, the pilot was filled with big muscles. He smiled.

“Get strapped in, sweetheart.”

Before she could reply as she sat down and tried to figure out the seat belt situation, Sandman was moving her hands out of the way and adjusting her position in the seat. His face was inches from hers. He smiled and looked relaxed and excited. He liked this kind of stuff.

“Don’t be scared,” he told her and she nodded her head as he turned toward the pilot.

“Hey, brother. Long time no see. I get why now,” the pilot said and they shook hands before Sandman took his seat beside the pilot and placed the headset on his head.

The pilot looked at Grace and she wondered if the two were really brothers or if it was just a friendly nickname.

“Ready, gorgeous?” the pilot asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” she replied and he chuckled loudly before the helicopter began to lift.

It wasn’t like she had never been in a helicopter before, but she didn’t know these men. She didn’t know this pilot or where they were going or how long it would take. She knew nothing and that was what made her a nervous wreck.

She remembered Sandman’s words. “Trust me.”

God, I sure hope I can.

* * * *

The helicopter trip had only taken about a half hour. They were still in Texas, but nowhere near civilization.

As the helicopter began to land, she noticed the huge log cabin set back in a bit of wooded area. As the helicopter touched down, she noticed the pilot as he began to shut down the helicopter. It appeared that he was staying.

As the rotors continued, Sandman stood up and helped to undo her seat belt.


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