“Oh, God! I am such a damn klutz. You’d think I was born with two left feet.” She tried to pull away, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“I’ll just keep a hold on you for a minute. If that’s okay with you.”
Emmy nodded. That was all she could bring herself to do. The scent of smokey pineapples washed over her, filling her nostrils and calming her mind and body. His arms felt so damn good wrapped around her. His heat made her head spin. God, she could get used to being in his arms.
She leaned back against his hard body, his arms wrapped around her waist, and they watched the sunrise.
It couldn’t have been more perfect. Not even if she had written it in one of her books.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Emmy’s face literally hurt from smiling so damn much. They were at a local hole-in-the-wall diner for breakfast. Kingston had her in stitches with stories about his island life and adventures. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a good time.
“So where are we off to next?” she asked as she finished off her omelet and bacon.
“We’re going to do some more sightseeing. From high above this time.”
“Wait. What do you mean from high above?” she asked, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.
“You said you weren’t afraid of heights, right?”
“I’m not. Not at all, but I have no idea what you have planned.” She laughed. “I’m normally the one who is in charge of all the planning for outings and actives, so this is a bit new to me.”
“Well, hopefully, you won’t be disappointed. You just have to trust that I know the best spots for maximum adventure and natural beauty. After all, I have lived here my whole life.”
“Okay, okay. You win. I'll relax and let you lead the way when it comes to sightseeing.”
“Good, I promise you won't be sorry,” he said with that sexy-ass smirk of his.
After they left the diner, they hopped back in his Jeep and headed to a different part of the island. This area was flatter than the mountain where they had watched the sunrise. Emmy watched the ever-changing landscape through the passenger window as they sped away from town. “You're really not going to tell me where we’re going, are you?” she asked.
“Nope. But we're almost there.”
Emmy couldn't imagine where he was taking her. She had been trying to locate any signs that would give her the smallest of hints, but she found none. Whatever Kingston had up his sleeve was staying tucked away until he wanted her to find out.
The Jeep slowed to a crawl as they approached what looked like a small private airfield. Excitement rushed over her. “Oh my, God! Are we going flying?” She could barely contain her excitement.
“That’s the plan.”
“Yay! This is something I’ve had on my bucket list for as long as I can remember,” she gushed, nearly bouncing out of her seat. “Are we meeting a pilot here?”
Kingston pulled up to a small hangar and came to a stop. “I’m the pilot.”
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“I am. I’ve been flying for years, and yes, I have my pilot’s license. I’ve had it for a long time.”
“That is amazing.”
They walked to the hangar, and Kingston pulled the large aluminum door open, revealing a small propeller plane.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay with this?” he asked.
“Yes! As long as you’re a good pilot,” she replied.
“Perfect. In you go.” He opened the side door, and they both climbed in. Kingston ushered Emmy to the front of the small plane and pointed for her to sit in the copilot seat. He handed her a headset and motioned for her to buckle up.
Emmy quickly popped the headset on and buckled herself in. “This is going to be so awesome! Thank you!” She was bubbling over with excitement.