Megan

“Oh my God!” Megan squealed as she peered out the window of their private plane. “Is that him? Is that Zander?”

Their plane had just taxied to a stop in front of a hanger and few yards away, a ridiculously fit man in a leather jacket and aviators rested against the sleek red body of a helicopter.

“Please tell me that’s him,” Megan repeated.

“Blimey!” Devon exclaimed joining Megan at the window. “Sam! You’ve gotta see this. Zander’s flown the chopper to greet us.”

Megan barely heard Sam grumbling in the back of the plane. She was too busy gathering her things. She couldn’t wait to get off the plane and into Zander’s strong, leather-clad arms. She felt like she was on the set of Top Gun—Zander could be her Maverick any day. He certainly looked yummy enough to make her heart take flight.

She took a deep breath, wondering if she was truly ready to meet the man of her dreams. She checked her breath and popped in a piece of rainbow gum as the flight attendants prepared the cabin for disembarking.

Finally the stairs were down, but a sudden flurry of nerves made Megan insist Sam and Devon get off the plane first. She took the time to catch her breath.

“Play it cool, Megs,” she reminded herself. “Play it cool.”

Zander

Zander fought his urge to jog to the plane and greet his friends. He wasn’t keen to look like an over-eager bloke seeking them out, but he was desperate to see Megan. Fighting his desires, Zander held back. It was better to let them come to him.

Once the plane was parked and the stairs rolled out, he opened the door of his R44 Raven helicopter and let out the gangly wolfhound barking within.

Eggsy saw Devon trouncing down the stairs of his plane and sprinted across the tarmac howling like a pup separated from its mum.

Devon dropped to his knees to greet the gigantic mutt. “Eggsy! I’ve missed you, boy!”

Sam exited the plane next and Eggsy pounced on her as well. Both Sam and Devon were so busy coddling Eggsy they hadn’t even noticed Zander saunter up to them. “I see. It’s gonna be like this, is it, mates? Eggsy gets all the attention?”

“Well he is Dev’s number one,” Sam teased scratching Eggsy under the chin while Devon let the massive gray wolfhound lick his face in a frenzy of affection.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Zander joked. But just as he asked the question, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and a whir of black propelled itself straight toward him.

Zander turned just in time to catch Megan as she launched herself into his arms, squealing like a toddler on Christmas morning.

“Omigod! Omigod! I’m really here! It’s really you!” Megan proclaimed, burying her face in his neck and squeezing him tight. “This is the best day ever!”

Zander couldn’t help but laugh and hug Megan back. Her excitement was infectious and in one quick movement, Zander lifted Megan off her feet in a bone-crushing hug. And good Christ if it wasn’t the best embrace he’d had in years. Zander cursed his soft heart for opening to her. It didn’t help that she smelled like whiskey and sunshine. Shite! He was in for it with this one. She put stars in his eyes and dreams in his wild heart.

Regaining his composure, Zander quickly put Megan back on her feet. “Yer pint-sized, lass.”

Megan grinned. “Don’t worry. The best things come in small packages.” She followed her comment with a sultry wink of her sparkling blue eyes. It caught the attention of Zander’s own package and the muscles in his jaw twitched as he fought the coiling tension within him.

Megan seemed to hardly notice as she flounced past him toward the chopper. “Is this for us?”

“Of course,” Zander replied snapping back to the present. “Nothing but the best for my mates.”

“Wait? You expect me to get in a helicopter with you?” Sam asked.

“Why not? Eggsy does it,” Zander replied.

Devon laughed and took Sam’s hand, kissing the back of it. “Come on, love. It’ll be an adventure.”

“I’m in!” Megan exclaimed skipping around the gleaming bird, her glorious curves bouncing in all the right places.

Zander rubbed a hand across his mouth to hide his smirk. He had a hard time containing his composure as he watched Megan smile back at him, black hair blowing in the wind, blue eyes full of mischief. Screw playing it safe. That philosophy never got him anywhere good in life. Zander liked to gamble and he’d be a right fit wanker to pass up the opportunity to see where things could go with a girl like Megan. She was a firecracker, and Zander had always liked to play with fire.