There was a small crew on the platform, and one of the guys was looking at Val with interest. I pulled her to me, kissing her right there for everyone to see. I didn’t care who was watching. I wanted to stake my claim on her.

“Carter....” She sounded breathless as I took her hand, leading her to the helicopter. The pilot explained to us how things would proceed, and then we were off.

We both received headsets so the pilot could communicate with us easily, and to block some of the roaring sound. Los Angeles was breathtaking from above. It was the week before Christmas, and the city was lit up even more than usual.

“This was so amazing,” Val exclaimed after we’d stepped out from the helicopter. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes. Even though I’d imagined it a bit different.”

“Different how?”

“Well, I thought we could talk during the ride.”

She grinned. “I thought so too. I hadn’t realized it would be so loud. But at least we could focus on the view this way.”

“Are you implying I would have distracted you otherwise?” I wiggled my eyebrows.

“Absolutely. You’re a major distraction factor, mister.”

“Come on, baby. We’re not done for tonight.”

Our next stop was the restaurant where we were having dinner. I’d requested a table that was as private as possible.

“You went all out tonight,” Val murmured as we sat down.

“Only the best for my girl.”

Val blushed.

“By the way, I know what you’ve been up to with April. She cornered me before I left.”

Val smiled coyly, shrugging. “A girl has to do what a girl has to do. I think April and I are soul mates. We are shoe mates at the very least. The girl already has great taste.”

“You two will be the death of me.”

“We’re certainly going to try.”

We chatted about the helicopter ride while we ate and about the girls’ trip to Val’s lab last week. I didn’t know who’d enjoyed themselves more: Val, or April and Peyton.

“Do you want to dance?” I asked once we’d both cleared our plates.

“I can never say no to you.”

“I’m banking on it.” I led her to the dance floor and slid a hand around her waist as a slow song started to play. I stroked my thumb across her tailbone.

“Carter, that hand is a bit low. I don’t like it.”

I could hear the smile in her voice.

“I’d say you do.”

“I’d say you’re cocky.”

“But you’re into it.”

She sighed. “Yep. What can I say? Tall, handsome, smart, and cocky works for me.”