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Acting on it quite another.

And yet... I make a tea and try not to think about it. Instead, I focus on the fact I’ll be in Sydney again, my future a blank roll of film waiting for me to mark the image of my future on it as I see fit. That’s what I need to focus on, not the fact Holden’s chest felt like it would be filled with rippling abs.

‘He’s asking for you.’

I jolt at the interruption. One of the other flight crew walks in—a girl, Belinda? I smile, even as my heart is erupting. ‘Says you were halfway through an interesting conversation before and he wants to hear the end of it?’

A smile curls the edges of my lips. Does he indeed?

‘Do me a favour?’

Belinda lifts a brow and says nothing.

‘Just tell him I’m busy. I’ll get to him if I can.’

Her jaw drops. ‘Mr Hart won’t like that.’

‘No, I don’t think he will.’

* * *

Busy? I glare at Belinda but that’s nothing new. Since I found out I’m not a Hart I’ve pretty much had one setting: scowl.

Busy.

Busy doing what? It’s my goddamned jet.

‘Oh? Can you take over from whatever it is she’s doing?’

‘Um...’ Belinda casts a glance over her shoulder. ‘I’ll see.’

* * *

‘He’s kind of pissed off.’

I sip my tea, flipping a page of the magazine.

‘Is he?’

‘What were you two talking about?’

I catch Eddy’s eye over Belinda’s head and suppress a smile. ‘Nothing important.’

‘Yeah, well, he seems to disagree.’

‘Tell him I’ll get to him if I can.’

‘Seriously—’ Belinda shakes her head ‘—no way. He’ll shoot the messenger.’

I sip my tea again. ‘Last message, I promise.’

* * *

‘For God’s sake. Where is she?’

‘In the galley, sir.’

‘Tell her if she doesn’t drop whatever the hell she’s doing I’ll throw her out an emergency exit.’


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