We enter the front of the cabin and put on our outdoor gear.

The flight attendant smiles. "Good morning, Mrs. Cartwright. Did you sleep well?"

Mrs. Cartwright. My heart swoons again.

It's not real.

Or is it?

Since Sebastian admitted he had feelings for me, I don't know what to think. But before I fell asleep, I decided to enjoy Iceland and figure out the rest later.

Slightly embarrassed that I rushed past her and didn't really introduce myself when I stepped on the plane, I reply, "I did. I'm Georgia. I'm sorry I was rude earlier." I hold out my hand.

She shakes it, beams, and says, "I'm Carmine. Nice to meet you, and you weren't. Congratulations on your big day."

Relief fills me that she seems genuine and isn't going to hold my bad manners against me. I reply, "Thank you!"

Sebastian puts his arm around me, then addresses Carmine, "Have a good time in Iceland, Carmine. We'll see you in a week."

"You too," she responds and opens the door.

Sebastian motions for me to go first, and I step out on the landing. I freeze, muttering, "Holy moly!"

The morning sun is trying to rise, and the sky is a mix of green and blue hues with just a hint of purple. The buildings glow gold from the Christmas lights. Ice and snow are everywhere. I declare, "I've never seen anything so majestic."

"Incredible, isn't it?" Sebastian agrees.

I glance up at him. "This is so sweet that you brought me here."

The arrogant expression I love about him takes over his face. He proclaims, "I thought you'd enjoy it."

"I do," I restate.

Amused, he asserts, "We haven't done anything yet."

"Yeah, but this is going to be insanely cool," I insist.

He chuckles.

A driver standing near an SUV waves his hands and shouts, "Welcome to Iceland."

My excitement level increases. We make our way down the tarmac, and Sebastian shakes his hand, announcing, "This is my beautiful wife, Georgia Cartwright. And I'm Sebastian."

Georgia Cartwright.

His wife.

My stomach flutters again. I push the mystery of what's going on between Sebastian and me and where this is going to the back of my mind. This is too awesome of a trip to worry about that. Plus, he admitted he likes me and wanted to do something nice, so at least I'm not just here because he wanted to trick his family further.

The driver says, "My name is Helgi."

"It's great you speak English, because I don't know a word of Icelandic," I fret.

He gives us an amused smile as he says, "You don't need to worry about knowing Icelandic. Almost ninety-eight percent of the population speaks English. It's taught as a second language in school, so you'll be fine."

"Really? I had no clue," I confess.

"Yes." He opens the back of the vehicle.

I slide in, and Sebastian follows. As soon as the door shuts, my stomach growls.