“We take our time. We fall in love, and then we decide how to break it to Jared. This way, if you get tired of me, he won’t have to be in the middle of it.”

“Tired of you? I’ve wanted you since I was nineteen, Darcy. I don’t see that happening.”

“Good,” she said, her whole face flushing even darker.

“You make it sound so easy.”

“I know it won’t be easy, but I also know I want you to be mine. Don’t you want to be mine again?”

My belly bottomed out like the plane had just taken off, but we hadn’t even pulled away from the gate yet. “Of course I do,” I managed to whisper.

“Good, because I’m going to Costa Rica with you either way. If I have to follow you to the edge of the earth to make you mine again, I will. I’ve got the money to do it.”

Too many emotions stirred in me. The last thing I wanted was for her to have to choose between me and her son, but she’d already made that decision. I was afraid that I might lose her and him in the end, but goddamn, the thought of being hers again made me so desperately happy that my heart felt like it might push its way up my throat. “So you’re just gonna stalk me if I say no?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“To the edge of the earth,” she growled playfully through clenched teeth.

“In that case, yes,” I whispered, nodding my head. “Fuck, yes. I want to be yours, Darcy.”

A smile dawned on her beautiful face that nearly undid me. She reached for me with frantic hands, and I met her kiss with the same urgency. I tasted her promises and delighted in the way she grabbed fistfuls of my shirt and squirmed in my lap because she could feel how hard I was for her.

“Ahem!” The flight attendant snapped our overhead compartment closed. “Please find your way to your seats! We’re just finishing up some last-minute paperwork and should be underway shortly…”

We looked up at her, and the woman gave us a secret wink but gestured for Darcy to get in her own seat. And she did, but not without a moan of complaint. The moment we were buckled in, her hands were on me again, grabbing shamelessly at the bulge in my jeans and nipping at my lips.

“How long is this flight again?” she asked.

“Five and a half hours. Can you make it that long?” I asked with a grin.

“I guess I’ll have to try,” she said with a sigh. “It’s just as well, though. You look a little tired. You should try to sleep because I plan to use you the moment we touch down.”

I bit back a smile and settled into my seat. “Yes, Darcy.”