“Never mind.” I forced a smile and squeezed her hand. “I understand. I’m sorry I have to leave so soon. I was hoping we’d get to spend a little more time together.”

“I’d have liked that.”

“Me too.” I let her hand go and took a sip of coffee.

“I suppose…”

“What?”

“You don’t want me to go to the spa appointment now.”

Was she kidding? “Zee, of course I want you to go. It’s a gift. It’s nothing compared to what you’ve been through with my father. Please. Go. I want you to go.”

She nodded. “Okay. Thank you again.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“When are you leaving?”

“This evening. Five p.m.”

She nodded again.

If you change your mind… The words hovered on the tip of my tongue. I wanted her to change her mind, but not for the reasons she was thinking.

I wanted more time with Zee. Wanted to get to know her better.

Wanted to get her into bed, for sure, but if that didn’t happen, I was okay. I actually didn’t mind the idea of going slowly with her.

Not on brand at all for the Wolfe of Manhattan.

Really weird.

But I’d promised her I’d let it drop if she said no.

We finished our breakfast, and I signed the check. Then we stood and left the restaurant. I brushed my lips over hers. “Enjoy your appointment.”

“I will. Thank you again.”

She headed away, following the signs to the salon and spa.

My gut ached when I realized I wouldn’t see her again before I left.

And maybe not ever.

I sat on the jet, which was parked at one of the private terminals at McCarran Airport. The pilot was awaiting final instructions from the air traffic controller, when my phone buzzed with a text.

Zee’s number.

I changed my mind. May I still come?

My heart jumped as I lunged out of my seat and ran into the cockpit. “Captain,” I said to the pilot. “How long do we have?”

“About twenty minutes until we’ll be cleared to leave the gate, but that could change.”

“Great. We may have to delay. We’re going to have another passenger.”

“I’ve already filed the flight plan, Mr. Wolfe.”

“I know, I know. I’ll take care of the paperwork. Hold tight, will you?”

I quickly texted Zee.

Yes. Where are you?

At the airport.

Perfect. If she was already here, we could definitely make this work.

I had to buy a ticket, her text continued. They wouldn’t let me through security without one. I’ll send you my flight information.

I texted back. Don’t be silly. You’ll fly with me. I’ll send someone to escort you to the private terminal. Where are you?

Heading toward my D gate.

Okay. Stay where you are. Someone will escort you to where I am.