“Good. He’s done far more with the project than I realized.”
When she first learned of the actor’s project, she assumed it was some kind of publicity stunt, that once Anderson milked the project for all it was worth, he’d dismiss it and move on to something else. Rather than dismissing it, he’d expanded the charity and helped bring clean drinking water to people who needed it most.
“He left me with a lot of data to go through.”
“Gray’s only had good things to say about the project,” Dylan replied. He sat in one of the two chairs near her desk and moved the large vase of flowers Gavin had sent her off to one side so they could have a conversation without it between them.
Dylan made sure he kept well informed about as many aspects of the company as humanly possible. “I can pass this data on to you once I’m finished,” she offered.
“No need. I didn’t actually come down to talk to you about Anderson. I wanted to let you know Callie’s going to invite you to dinner tonight. Dad and Pauline are here,” he explained.
Prior to the birth of Dylan’s son, she’d only met Dylan’s father and stepmother, who lived in England, once, and it had been at Dylan and Callie’s wedding. Since the birth of his first grandson, she’d seen Dylan’s father and his wife countless times at Callie and Dylan’s home. And although not people she’d call if she wanted to hang out for an evening—they were a little uptight—she liked them both.
“Before she does and you say yes, I feel it’s only fair I warn you Callie has an ulterior motive. Chase will be there too. He arrived last night,” Dylan continued.
Dylan’s younger half brother lived in England too, and much like their father, he’d rarely made the trip across the Atlantic before the birth of James, Dylan’s son. Now Chase made regular visits to Dylan and Callie’s home. At one point Callie had mentioned that he was thinking about buying a home in the area. Since he still crashed at Dylan and Callie’s when he came, he’d either not found the right one or he’d changed his mind.
“Callie wants to get the two of you together,” he finished.
“When did she start playing Cupid?”
“You’re her first victim,” Dylan admitted.
“Lucky me.”
They hadn’t talked since before the party in Newport, and since Callie and Dylan hadn’t attended the bash that weekend, Callie didn’t know Leah was no longer single.
“But she’ll have to use her love arrows on someone else. Maybe Juliette.” Having only met Chase a handful of time, she didn’t know him well, but she got the impression he wouldn’t be a good match for her cousin Courtney, which left Courtney’s sister as the only remaining possibility. “I’m with someone,” she explained.
“Bring him with you. Callie won’t mind.”
“We’re heading to Martha’s Vineyard this weekend.”
After suggesting they should visit the island back on the Fourth while talking to Tasha, she’d dismissed all thought of the place from her mind. It hadn’t returned until yesterday. Gavin had put a lot of thought and effort into making the previous weekend special, and she wanted to reciprocate. Whisking him off to Martha’s Vineyard for a few days fit the bill.
A quick call to Sara before her meeting with Anderson had
taken care of their lodging needs. A second call to Scott had taken care of their transportation needs, leaving her with nothing else to do except pack.
“Have fun.” Dylan stood. “I’ll see you next week.”
For the remainder of the afternoon, she found her thoughts continually veering off what she should be doing and to what she would be doing once they arrived at Sara’s house. Spending time with Gavin, regardless of whether they were lounging on the sofa or naked in his bed, was always delightful. She never felt the need to act, think, or even dress a certain way. With him she could be herself. Until their relationship, she hadn’t realized how much of herself she held back with other men. For the first time in her life, a man was seeing the true Leah Sherbrooke.
***
When she walked in the door and told him to pack, he did as she’d asked without demanding additional details. When she drove them to the nearby state airport and escorted him onto the awaiting Gulfstream jet, he’d only asked whom it belonged to because he knew it wasn’t hers.
But as the wheels touched down and the plane rolled to a stop, he couldn’t keep from asking where they were. They’d been in the air for less than an hour, so it limited the possible destinations.
“Are you going to tell me where we are now?” he asked, moving his lips away from hers again. They’d spent a fair amount of the trip enjoying each other’s company as much as possible without actually stripping each other’s clothes off, making this by far the most enjoyable flight he’d ever had.
She ran the hand still under his shirt down his chest and across his abdomen, causing his muscles to contract. “Nope.” With a wicked smile, she removed her hands from his body and reached for the purse she’d tossed on a nearby seat. “I need you to put this on.” She held up a blue-and-white bandana.
He accepted the material and started tying it around the lower part of his face. “We’re holding up a bank? Can I drive the getaway car?”
“Very funny.” Leah untied the knot behind his head and moved the bandana up over his eyes. “I better not see you remove this until I tell you to.”
Whatever she had planned, she’d thought it out. And while he was dying to know where they were, he’d play along tonight. “Just don’t let me trip walking down any stairs.”