Barbara Dunlop - His Temptation, Her Secret

“I’m not telling you my IQ.”

“That high, huh?”

“No, it’s not that high. It’s not anywhere near...” She blew out what sounded like a tired sigh.

He let it lie as they zipped through the light traffic.

Twelve blocks later he flipped on his signal and pulled up to the Brandywine Hotel.

“Are we eating here?” she asked, glancing around at the brick-lined drive and the lighted gardens.

“Not exactly.”

He exited the car and came around to her door.

“We’re walking?” she asked as she stepped out.

The valet arrived, and TJ handed him the keys, giving the uniformed man his name.

“Not exactly,” TJ answered Sage, gesturing to the revolving glass door.

“I don’t understand.”

“There’s a helipad on the top of the hotel.”

“A what?” She looked straight up the outside of the building. “There’s a restaurant up there?”

“No.” He let her go first through the door. “That’s not a euphemism. I mean a helipad, a place where helicopters can land and take off.”

“Why?” She looked perplexed.

“You said you weren’t afraid to fly.”

“You said we were going for dinner.”

“We are.”

She gave him a look that questioned his intellect. “In a helicopter? Are you showing off?”

“No. I’m being practical.” He touched the elevator button.

“This, I have got to hear.”

“We’re going to the Crab Shack. It’s a great little seafood restaurant.”

“By helicopter?”

“It’s faster.”

“Faster than what?”

“Than a car.”

The door closed behind him. He inserted a key card and pressed the button for the rooftop.

She watched his motions. “Do you have a room here?”

He glanced at the card before putting it back in his pocket. “No. I made arrangements earlier to access the helipad.”

“You planned this?”

“Yes, I planned this. Helicopters don’t just swoop in for me on a moment’s notice.”

She was silent as the floors pinged by.

“Is this place fancy?” she asked.

“You look fine. You look better than fine.”

“Is it fancy?”

“Not really. It’s pretty down-to-earth.”

“Is it on an island? Do we have to cross the strait?”

As the door slid open, TJ turned his head from her and mumbled, “It’s in Whiskey Bay.”

“What did you say?”

He gave up the subterfuge. “I said it’s in Whiskey Bay.”

She stopped dead, her eyes going round as she stared at him. “What are you doing, TJ?”

“You might as well see the community.”

“Are you kidnapping me?”

“Of course not.”

Her gaze slid to the helicopter. “And if I don’t want to get onboard?”

“Then you’ll miss the ride of your life, a great seafood dinner and a chance to see where I live.”

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