Prologue

Chalisa Anderson wanderedalong the quiet, mile-long beach running north and south of the Barcelo resorts near Playa del Carmen. In the daytime, it offered a gorgeous view of teal-blue water, but night had fallen and she couldn't see much out on the ocean besides the reflection of a sliver of the moon and a yacht cruising by.

It was the week after Christmas, she was on a dream vacation, and she was lonely. Her dad had died of bone cancer a year ago. Her mom, younger sister Reagan, and niece Hope had moved to the island of Magna, the Hidden Kingdom over six months ago when Reagan had married the General Prince Kingston Magnum. Chalisa was thrilled for her sister's happiness. Who wouldn't want to live in a castle and be married to a handsome and devoted prince?

She had tried living on Magna, but she hadn't been able to get her charity out of her head. So she had moved back home, returned to the hospital emergency room, and filled her free hours beyond capacity with her charity, Nursing Kindness. Reagan's best friend Jenn lived close by and they did a lot together. Jenn was the one who had prodded Chalisa to come on this vacation to an all-inclusive resort an hour south of Cancun.

Of course Jenn had found a handsome single businessman here for a work retreat. Chalisa had only seen her friend during the day when he had work commitments. She smiled to herself. She wouldn't expect any less from Jenn.

And once again, Chalisa found herself all alone.

She heard movement and glanced over her shoulder. A man was approaching from behind her. The security on the resort was top notch—her protective brother-in-law General Kingston had checked into it before she and Jenn had booked the trip—so she wasn't worried about being alone on the beach at night. Slowing her pace, she willed the man to walk past her and not talk to her.

It was no surprise to anyone that Chalisa was lonely. Jenn would've been checking if the man had any redeeming characteristics, and flirting with him if he did. Chalisa had many friends with the hospital, church, and her charity, but she stayed in the background in social settings and had no ideas, or a natural affinity, to flirt or pick up men. She focused out on the ocean as the man grew level with her, hoping he'd leave her alone.

"Hola," the man greeted her.

"Hola." She glanced at him but kept walking. Something tingled in her mind. She'd seen this man around the resort. He was darkly handsome, a local, and always in an expensive business suit. She'd noticed him having drinks or dinner with other wealthy-looking people of different nationalities, his two burly guards always close by.

"I've noticed you," he said, running his fingers along her arm. His accent was rich and much too smooth for her comfort.

Chalisa edged away as apprehension traced through her. She'd noticed him, too, but not in the way he was intoning. He was the type of person who wanted people's attention, expected it.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

"California."

"Ah. And do you like my country?"

The way he phrased that sentence made it sound as if he owned the entire country. Maybe he did. She'd heard the drug cartels owned a majority of Cancun and the surrounding resort towns. This man being a drug lord would not surprise her one bit.

"It's beautiful."

"As are you. Tú eres impresionantemente hermosa."

"What does that mean?" she asked. Kingston would tell her to stop being cordial and get away from the guy. She agreed but continued to walk along the packed sand by the shore, debating how to dissuade him. Should she angle up to the pool area and hope the pool decks weren't completely deserted? She didn't like being alone with him. Power and darkness radiated from him, even more evident than his wealth.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful."

"Oh. Um, thank you. Excuse me; I need to meet my friend."

"I don't think so." He wrapped his arm around her waist and turned her to face him. She cried out in surprise, and his smile broadened.

Chalisa tugged backward to free herself, but his grip tightened. He yanked her against his chest, his arms becoming a vice grip around her.

"Let me go," she demanded. Chalisa never wanted to offend or injure anyone. It was her nature and training as a nurse to be understanding and kind, but Kingston had explained that could make her a target. She had to be feisty and stronger in her response to entitled jerks like this guy.

"No," he said. "We are going to get to know each other better."

"I am not interested," she said clearly, trying to dredge up Jenn-type feistiness. Chalisa dealt with life-threatening emergencies all the time, but she had never felt this uneasy. "You will release me and never bother me again."

His eyebrows arched, but he only held her tighter. "Ah, mi belleza. You appear so sweet and innocent, but you are even more interesting than I imagined. You and I are just getting started."

Chalisa shoved hard at his chest but couldn't break free of his embrace. Slamming her hands down on his forearms only made him grunt and smile bigger.

Kingston had taught her, Jenn, and Reagan self-defense moves. At the time, Chalisa had tried to pay attention but mostly prayed she'd never have to hurt someone else. Now she prayed for strength and the right moves to escape.

She jabbed her right hand at his throat. He caught it and laughed at her failed attempt. She brought up her left hand to dig her fingernails into his eye, but he grabbed that hand as well and yanked her in close. He crossed her arms, his hands a vice grip on her wrists.

"Help!" she screamed.

He released one of her hands, shoved a hand over her mouth, kicked her legs out from under her, and slammed her to the sand. All the breath rushed out of her in a loud pop. Her attacker was splayed on top of her, his weight suffocating her and his hand over her mouth making it even harder to breathe.

"No one will help you," he said. "My guards will make certain of that."

Chalisa screamed against his hand, but a muffled whimper was all that escaped. She squirmed and flailed and kicked at him, but she couldn't get her hands free or move an inch with him pressing her into the sand.

"Now you have a choice to make." He looked over her face and his creepy smile grew. "You can come back to my suite with me, be pampered and spoiled and enjoy the rest of the week in luxury and by my side. Then you can return to California and brag about your vacation and your fling with a handsome Mexican billionaire. Or … you can fight me, I'll enjoy every moment with you, and maybe your body will wash ashore someday."

Chalisa could not breathe. She didn't want to process the horrifying words coming out of his mouth. Pretend to like him or be murdered by him? Either way, he would rape her.

"What will it be, mi belleza?"

He removed his hand. Chalisa drew in a deep breath of oxygen and screamed, "Death!"

He startled, and then he grinned. "Muy bien."

"Help!" Chalisa screamed, flailing underneath him as he shoved his lips against hers.

She was going to die. If she was lucky, he'd smother her to death before he could …

Oh, please help me, was the only coherent prayer she could manage.

She heard a weird smack and the man suddenly went limp on top of her, his mouth sliding off of hers.

"Help," she panted.

"It is your lucky day, because helping beautiful and endangered ladies is what I was created for," a jaunty male voice replied.

What on earth?

Her attacker's weight was lifted off of her and dropped unceremoniously to the sand. Chalisa caught a full breath and blinked up at her rescuer.

He was tall and lean in fitted black clothing. She could see the shadow of a beard on his jaw highlighting an appealing mouth with a bowed upper lip and full lower lip. He wore sunglasses and a baseball cap.

Wrenching her attacker's hands behind him, he slapped zip ties around his wrists and then yanked a length of duct tape off and covered the unconscious billionaire's mouth. He shoved the duct tape back into a small backpack.

"That'll buy us at least a few minutes." His voice was happy and unconcerned. Everything about this man reassured her, but he didn't feel real. It was like an avenging angel had swooped down to rescue her.

Gently wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her to her feet and smiled gallantly. "All right then?"

"I … I think so. Thank you," she managed, wanting to gush about him being her angel or her knight in shining black clothing and a baseball cap. He'd rescued her from a fate worse than death. His warm touch reassured her he was, in fact, a man. An extremely handsome and appealing man.

"Saving you is my pleasure, believe me." He grinned. "But now we've got to move or my cover will be completely blown."

He slid one strong arm around her waist, cupping her hip. His scent was a delicious mix of peppermint and musk. His touch was a stark contrast to her attacker's. This man made her feel supported and warm, as if he was touching her to unselfishly lift and inspire her.

He ushered her across the sand, away from the ocean. Chalisa wanted to collapse against the safety he represented, but she kept her feet under her and kept pace with him.

"Cover?" she managed, peering deeper into his sunglasses and getting nothing.

"Though I would happily brag to you about how brilliant and impressive I am, there is no time to explain my purposes here and my illustrious career right now. I am too well-known to show the scum Jorge my handsome face until the ideal moment. His last moment as a free man."

Chalisa felt cloudy and confused. She loved the way he spoke, his innate confidence, and most of all the strength and protection he represented for her.

They reached the sidewalk that ran north to south the length of the resort, separating the beach from the pool areas. He slowed their pace but kept her firmly in the circle of his strong arm. Now that she wasn't in mortal peril, it was impossible not to notice the tingles he stirred in her with the simple pressure of his hand cupping her waist and hip through her thin sundress.

"Pretend we're a couple enjoying our vacation together," he said as they approached two middle-aged couples sauntering toward them holding hands.

She smiled up at him, hoping her lip didn't wobble.

"That's perfect. No one will ever question that you're completely smitten with me. I mean, of course they wouldn't. Have you looked at me?"

She found herself actually laughing, which surprised her. A few minutes ago, she'd wondered if she would ever laugh again. "Has anyone ever told you that you have an overinflated ego?"

He chuckled. "No. They're too busy telling me how astonishingly perfect I am."

They passed the other couple as she sputtered out another laugh.

"The beach is closed right now due to a jellyfish outbreak," her rescuer told the couple. "I'd stay on the sidewalk path to avoid that painful sting."

"Thank you," the man said, nodding to them.

Picking up their speed, he directed Chalisa onto the lit path just past the pool area. This sidewalk was surrounded by greenery and flowers. On each side of the meandering sidewalk, paths led to four-story buildings that housed beautiful guest suites with balconies overlooking either the green space or the pools, beach, and ocean.

"How did you get around that man's guards?" she asked, out of breath because of her near miss with assault and certain death. How ‘astonishingly perfect' and appealing her rescuer was might account for some of her breathing troubles too. She felt safe with him, exhilarated by his touch, and she wanted to tease and laugh with him for a long time, sweep his sunglasses off and see his eyes, and above all give him a sweet kiss of gratitude.

"I knocked them both out, zip-tied their hands, and duct taped their mouths a few moments before I knocked Jorge out. None of them saw me coming." He grinned smugly. "And luckily, none of them saw me."

They left the green space and passed several glass-front restaurants. Elegant water features lined the now black marble walkway. Before she knew it, they were in the front lobby of one of the resorts. There were five resorts in total that made up the Barcelo. She couldn't keep them all straight and had gotten lost several times in the past few days.

The spacious and open area wasn't crowded this time of night, but her protector bowed his head closer to hers and said, "Cameras. If I blow my cover and don't get the information I need on Jorge to Interpol and approval to bring him in, my associate and idol Sutton Smith will be ‘barmy disappointed' in me."

"Sutton Smith? Interpol? Who are you? Do you work for Sutton?" He'd said associates. Was he a name-dropper? It didn't make sense that he would give her information like that.

"Hold the questions for a moment, love." He walked her out through the front doors and nodded to the greeter. "Taxi for two. Cancun Mall, por favor."

"Si, senor."

Chalisa let herself lean into him as they waited for a taxi. He pulled out his phone with his right hand and tapped out a text and then pocketed it. Suddenly, his body tensed and he glanced over his shoulder.

"Everything all right?"

"Oh, of course, love. You're with me. Nothing could possibly be wrong." His charismatic grin made her knees weak. He leaned in closer and his warm breath touched her ear, soft as a caress. "Act natural. We need to get out of here before any of those idiots wake up and get free of their bonds, or someone discovers them and sounds the alarm."

Her stomach turned over, his words bringing her back to the danger she was in. Act natural? Nothing about tonight was natural. If the guards or that jerk Jorge awakened, they'd sound an alarm? Or if someone found them?

She should be the one sounding an alarm. Was this resort loyal to her attacker? Why had Kingston thought it was safe? If Kingston was here, he'd bash some heads together. She'd love to see her brother-in-law and her rescuer take on every bad guy out there, but right now she desperately wanted to escape the resort and any chance of Jorge finding her again.

Kingston would also tell her to be cautious with another unknown man. Was her rescuer a good guy? Should she be leaving the bright, previously safe, fancy resort and getting into a taxi with a stranger?

She instinctively trusted him. Because he'd saved her, his name-dropping of the infamous billionaire protector Sutton Smith, or her rescuer's innate confidence that he wore like a second skin? She wasn't certain, but all she knew was she would rather stay with him than risk Jorge finding her again.

A taxi pulled up, and the resort employee opened the back door and gestured. "Senor. Your taxi to Cancun Mall."

Her rescuer slipped him a tip as he ushered Chalisa inside and then slid in after her. The greeter shut the door and the taxi immediately eased away from the front doors, winding through the roads of the large resort. The fact that they were headed to a large, busy mall in a legitimate taxi reassured her that this man meant her no harm.

The man gently secured her into the middle seat belt, brushing against her and smiling knowingly. Did he realize unfamiliar tingles erupted at his touch? She could only imagine her hero was a charismatic womanizer to the hundredth degree—the exact type of man she usually stayed far away from. A lot of men like him hit on her because they thought she was physically attractive, but she was too awkward and shy to flirt with them and they quickly lost interest.

She didn't want a suave man who'd been with hundreds of women. She wanted someone loyal and steady, like Kingston.

Yet this man drew her in like flies to honey. Because of her shock and terror over being attacked, she'd spoken naturally and easily with him. Maybe even flirted a bit. Her mom, Reagan, and Jenn would all be proud.

Her self-appointed protector fastened his own seat belt, then slid his arm around her upper back, his hand cupping her shoulder. He cuddled her in close, taking her other hand in his. The position was intimate, as if they knew each other well and savored being close. She was savoring it, but she probably shouldn't admit that to him. He didn't need any more confidence with women. He was absolutely irresistible.

"You are doing fabulous," he whispered against her forehead. "Soon you'll be home safe and this will all be a faint memory. Except of course how you'll never forget me. Captain Aiden Porter, retired Marine and famed security specialist."

Aiden. Captain Aiden Porter. A retired Marine? He was impressive and enticing. She didn't want to remember anything about her attack on the beach, but he was right that she wouldn't forget him. She didn't want to. Even if he was an innate womanizer like she suspected.

"Habla ingles?" He lifted his voice over the Latin music playing on the taxi's radio and looked to the taxi driver.

"No, senor. Lo siento."

"No worries." Aiden nodded and smiled at him.

The man shrugged as if he had no clue what that meant.

"That's good," Aiden whispered against her neck. "Still, please keep your voice down. The music should cover what we say as well."

They reached the front gates of the resort and the driver turned down the music. Aiden's muscular frame tensed against her as a security guard walked out of the guard house, spoke to the driver, then peered in at them. "Room number?"

"4261," Aiden said. "Joshua Chambers."

"Gracias." The man waved them on.

The gate lifted and they drove through. The driver turned the music back up. If he couldn't speak to his passengers, maybe he thought music would avoid any awkward silence.

"Is Joshua Chambers your alias?" she asked, wishing she could be alone with Aiden and learn everything about him. That was not smart on so many levels. She had a sinking feeling she'd never see him again after tonight.

"No. The man in the room next to mine. He had the pleasure of making my acquaintance this morning."

Aiden relaxed against her as they motored onto the highway and got up to speed. She felt herself relax a little as well. The more distance between them and that awful Jorge the better.

The ride from the Cancun airport a few days ago had taken at least an hour. Maybe she'd get some answers on this drive. She still wondered at the wisdom of leaving the resort and getting in a taxi with a man she didn't even know, but Aiden had rescued her and the resort felt much more dangerous right now.

Should she call Kingston? The general of Magna and his royal brother and cousins would do anything to help her, but all the impressive princes of Magna were thousands of miles away. Captain Aiden Porter's arms didn't feel dangerous at all. Safety and excitement existed in his arms. He was right here and seemed very, very willing to help her and hold her. She'd better be careful not to fall for her rescuer. Aiden appeared to be a gentleman and a capable security specialist, but he was also clearly a charmer through and through. He'd flirt with her tonight and not even remember her name tomorrow.

"Now," he said softly, turning her toward him so she was staring at his face. She wanted to take those sunglasses off and see his eyes. "Are you all right?"

"A little late to be asking that." She smiled to soften her words. "Yes. Thank you for saving me."

"Nine-to-five stuff for me." He grinned. "What's your name?"

"Chalisa Anderson."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

"Nine-to-five stuff for you?" she asked, stiffening in his arms.

"Pardon me?"

"You save and flirt with beautiful women every day of the week?"

He chuckled. "Don't let it upset you. All those other ladies were an assignment. I chose to rescue you."

"Oh. Assignments, eh?" She'd been right. He was a player and thoroughly enjoyed teasing her about it. "And what am I to you?"

"You." He slid his sunglasses off and, even in the darkened interior of the car, she was struck by how bright and incredibly blue his eyes were. She'd never seen eyes that magnetic. He had her instantly captured in a spell. She never wanted to break away from the safety and excitement of his arms or the allure of his blue, blue eyes.

He looked over her face and murmured, "Ah, love."

Her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest. Love? He didn't love her, didn't even know her, but the way he looked at her and the way he said that …

"You are sadly a liability." His smile attempted to soften the harsh word. "The most enticing liability I have ever met, that is for certain. Do men fall to their knees and beg you for one smile?"

She ignored his last line. That was all it was—a line. "A liability?" she repeated. "What does that mean?" An obligation? A burden? A loose end? She almost preferred men thinking she was a stick in the mud or interpreting her shyness as being snotty.

"Jorge noticed you and wanted you." He turned the conversation rather than answer her straight. Somehow she was an ‘enticing liability' to Aiden and that had nothing to do with him risking his ‘cover' with Jorge.

She drew in a breath, fear poking at the wall of protection his arms gave her. "Who exactly is Jorge?"

"An internationally acclaimed drug dealer and murderer."

Cold chills pricked at her skin. She'd known the man was evil and she'd suspected he was a drug lord. To hear it validated was horrifying.

"My friend Jenn ..." Worry filled her. How had she selfishly run away and left Jenn in danger's path? She hadn't even thought about her friend until this moment, when she was safe in Aiden's strong arms. "She's still at the resort. If Jorge noticed me, he'd know we were together. What if he goes after her?"

"Is she alone?"

She shook her head. "She hooked up with some American businessman this week."

"She's probably all right for the moment, but I don't want her going back to your room alone. We'll need to extract her. Do you have your phone, and will she listen to you?"

"She won't like it, but she'll listen." Chalisa pulled her phone out of the pocket of her sundress. Her phone and some lip balm were all she had.

"Text her to get in a cab, alone, and have the driver take her to the Mall of America in Tulum. Tell her not to return to the room and to go immediately. I'll have one of my associates pick her up and bring her to the airport to meet us. Do you have a picture of your friend?"

"Yes." She shakily typed out and sent the text to Jenn, telling her she'd explain later but they were in danger and to do exactly what Chalisa asked. She added the code words ‘snake tattoo.' Kingston had insisted they use a code to communicate if they were in deep trouble. Then she pulled up a picture of her friend and angled it toward Aiden.

Aiden released his hold on her but stayed close. He snapped a picture of Jenn's picture with his phone.

"If he says, ‘Chalisa sent me,' will that be enough for Jenn to know he's safe to trust?"

"Tell him to say, ‘snake tattoo.' It's our code word."

"Interesting." He typed out a text, then looked up again. "Were you and Jenn staying together?"

"Yes."

"Room number?"

"2809."

"I'll have a contact at the hotel pack up your bags, get them to the airport, and wipe your information from the hotel's computers. With any luck. it'll be as if you were never there and Jorge won't be able to track you."

Chalisa prayed for luck. She couldn't imagine the horror of being in Jorge's grasp ever again.

"What is the code to the safe in your room?" he asked, typing into his phone. "They will need to retrieve your money and passports."

"0425." She was trusting Aiden with an awful lot, but the alternative wasn't even worth considering. If Jorge had enough influence at the sprawling resort for the confident and tough Aiden to feel he needed to rush her out of there to be safe … she never wanted to go back.

"Is April twenty-fifth your birthday?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted.

He smiled, typed a bit more, and then pocketed his phone.

"Will Jorge try to pursue me to America?" She put a hand to her throat.

He shrugged. "I imagine he'll just move on to the next beautiful tourist, but as far as my research shows, no one has escaped him. He might feel you're a challenge and a loose end and pursue you."

Chalisa's stomach churned, and she leaned into him again. He wrapped her up tight and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She instantly felt safe and loved.

Loved? She didn't even know Aiden, but she appreciated his strength, protection, and reassurance.

"I'll get you out of the country, and then I'll make sure Jorge never comes after you. Sadly, I'll never see you again."

"You'll never see me again?" she whispered, glancing up into his blue gaze. She'd suspected as much, but to hear him admit it was a slap in the face.

"A special angel like you could never be part of my future."

She knew men like Aiden made every woman feel special and desirable. Even the liabilities. He'd admitted that she couldn't be in his future. She hardly knew him, but it felt like a door had closed between them.

She pulled back a few inches to get some space, but he kept his arms around her. "We need to look like a couple, love. For the witnesses."

She nodded but had to ask, "What is your job, besides saving and charming endangered women?"

"Are you charmed?"

She pushed out a breath. "Any woman would be."

"True, very true." He smiled as if they were simply teasing. "My purpose is to protect the innocent and rid the world of filth like Jorge. Often single-handedly, but I am building an impressive team. Forty-four ops currently and growing fast. Everyone wants to work for the second top security specialist in the world. I have to give Sutton credit as the top… for now." He puffed out his chest.

She couldn't help but laugh at his bravado. Why did he have to be so irresistible? "And Jorge was an assignment from Sutton Smith?"

"I've already said too much." His lips turned down. "If I have one downfall, it's my pride." He winked. "I find myself wanting to brag to you and impress you."

"You definitely are the bragging type."

"Ah, come now," he protested. "I already admitted my one fault. I don't favor being both prideful and a braggart."

Chalisa laughed despite herself. Certainly his pride and his inability to be faithful were both his downfalls. His bragging was endearing.

She shouldn't pre-judge, but he was like a younger and more handsome James Bond, all the charm even without the British accent. No matter that she wasn't confident or sassy enough to have a relationship with someone like Aiden and he wasn't the type to stick around, she was grateful for him and would never forget him or his gallant rescue.

"But you definitely have impressed me," she admitted. "Thank you for protecting me. I'll be eternally in your debt."

Arching up, she softly kissed his cheek, the short hair of his beard tickling her lips. Aiden turned his head quickly and their lips brushed. She pulled in a sharp breath of surprise, her entire body tingling and her heart racing. The contact was brief, but she'd never felt anything so incredible and uplifting.

His gaze was zeroed in on her. Yearning filled his eyes, but there was something else there too—surprise. "I enjoy having you in my debt," he murmured. "I have never met such an intriguing and beautiful sweetheart."

Chalisa could not catch a full breath. It would be no effort at all to press her lips to his. She could only imagine a kiss with a handsome enigma like Aiden would be the most thrilling experience of her life. She hardly knew him. His compliments made her feel all lit up inside when they should enforce her suspicions that he was a playboy charmer at a level she'd never seen off the movie screen.

She eased back a fraction, but their mouths were still far too close. Fire filled her chest from the hungry, longing look in his incredible blue eyes. He looked at her as if she was the only woman in the world who could make him happy and love him. Crazy and unrealistic, but somehow undeniable.

Was he that good of an actor, or was it possible these stolen moments together felt as special and otherworldly to him as they did to her?

"Someday I'll hopefully repay that debt," she managed, her voice far too breathy. She was flirting—she should be proud. She was definitely exhilarated. And also terrified of how horrific the letdown would be when she was no longer in his arms or the object of his desire. He would move on to another woman within the hour and not look back.

"No debt-repaying today?" he murmured, his gaze dipping to her lips before meeting her gaze again.

The music covered her short pants for air.

Aiden was confident he'd claim a kiss. He knew he had her in his grasp and she was gone over him.

She had to keep her head on straight. Not only was he too charming, he'd already said he wouldn't see her again. At least he was honest about not committing to anything beyond the moment.

Chalisa would never be a fling for someone. Her circle was small. She invested in people deeply, and this man could wound her severely if she let him into her heart.

"Check back later," she tried to tease, easing back even more.

She saw disappointment in his bright blue eyes, but he surprised her by breaking their connection, turning and looking out the window. She followed his gaze. There were more lights and businesses outside. They'd left the long stretch of beach and landscaped resorts and were in the main business district of Cancun. She'd seen this area from the airport-transfer bus.

"Almost there," he told her.

"I swear it took us over an hour to get from Cancun to the resort when we flew in a few days ago."

"Did you fly in at about five p.m.?"

"Yes."

Aiden nodded. "Not near as much traffic this time of night. The taxis are much faster than the bus transfers from the airport, and you've been distracted staring into my smoldering gaze the past forty minutes and being caught up in how irresistible your brave superhero rescuer is." He gave her another smoldering gaze. He was clearly an expert at them.

Chalisa laughed, but it was unsteady. Everything about tonight felt surreal—from the attack to the rescue to the mesmerizing ‘superhero' holding her in his arms and flirting with her.

"Ah. I wondered what had distracted me so completely." Almost as surprising as how otherworldly this night and Aiden were, she was doing pretty well flirting back. It came natural with him, as if this man was the right man to draw her out, make her laugh, and be there for her.

Aiden grinned. He tightened his grip on her, tucking her head into the crook of his neck with his hand gently cradling her face. She was sheltered and in the spot created for her.

Aiden focused back out the window. She wondered what he was looking for but couldn't feel worry with him close. His peppermint and musk scent titillated her senses. Everything about her brave rescuer drew her in. She needed to guard her heart or she'd be broken after one hour spent with him. It might already be too late.

A few minutes later, the taxi pulled up to the sidewalk and a large, modern-looking mall spread out on their right. The lights were almost blinding.

The taxi driver popped out and rushed around as Aiden opened the door and assisted her onto the sidewalk.

"How much?" Aiden asked.

"One thousand," the driver said.

Chalisa gasped. "A thousand dollars for the cab ride?"

"Pesos," Aiden corrected. "No stress."

Aiden handed over Mexican money—two five-hundred and two two-hundred bills. "Gracias," he said to the driver.

"De nada." The driver lifted a hand.

Aiden took her hand and strode into the shopping area as if they didn't have a care in the world.

"I'll pay you back for that," she said. "What is the conversion?"

"It's about sixty dollars; and no, you won't pay me back." He winked at her and gave her hand a squeeze. "I'm your heroic rescuer in every capacity, remember?"

"You want me deeper in your debt, do you now?" She couldn't believe how naturally flirting with him came to her.

He chuckled and ran his thumb along the back of her hand, walking her into the open door of a jewelry store. "Of course I do."

It was only wishful thinking on her part, but Aiden felt genuine and a hundred percent focused on her. Did he feel the special connection between them, or was it all in her head? And why were they in a jewelry store?

"Mi amigos," the swarthy man in the store called out as he strode to meet them. "You must buy something beautiful and sparkly for mi belleza." He grinned at Chalisa.

That word reminded her of Jorge and fear flickered through her. She glanced around but all she saw was Aiden, his blue eyes full of warmth and reassurance.

Aiden released her hand and slipped his arm around her waist, bringing her side completely into contact with his and infusing her with safety and protection. His warm palm seared heat through her thin dress as he cupped her waist.

"Anything my love wants," he said, brushing his lips across her forehead.

Chalisa sighed and cuddled deeper into him. She'd had attractive men hit on her, but she'd never in her life felt special and desirable to a man as impressive as Aiden.

"You want me to pick out something?" She blinked up at him. Was this part of their escape? It didn't make much sense. Maybe they were just killing time?

"Yes." Aiden's gaze was sincere and piercing. "You're special to me, Chalisa, and I don't want you to ever forget me."

Chalisa swallowed and had no idea what to say. She was special to him? She would never forget him either, but he kept subtly reminding her their time together had a countdown.

Aiden directed her around the shop. She browsed to keep up the appearance, not certain if she could believe she was special to him. She gaped at beautiful diamond, turquoise, amber, and ruby stones set in silver and gold.

Pausing at an intriguing necklace, she studied it. She could swear it looked like a bug was suspended in the amber tear-shaped jewel. It was beautiful, unique, and a little odd.

As a child, she'd loved insects and studied them. It was her introduction to biology that had morphed into physiology and the health of the human body becoming her life's work.

"Ah, you like our Maquech Beetle necklace?" the shopkeeper asked.

"It's a beetle?" She laughed. Maybe it wasn't as pretty or mysterious as she'd thought.

"Ah, you laugh, but this is not just any beetle." The man deftly removed the silver chain with the sparkling amber pendant from the display case and held it up for them to see better. "The Maquech Beetle symbolizes everlasting love."

Chalisa froze. Her heart slammed against her chest. Aiden's gaze captivated her and he seemed as spellbound by the words and their connection as she was.

"Everlasting love," he repeated.

He didn't look like the charming playboy right now. He looked like a man in love, with her.

Aiden ran his hand along her hip and to her lower back, bringing tingles of awareness to every part of her body. She was living in a fantasy and was becoming convinced Aiden had descended to earth to rescue and love her.

"A Mayan princess's lover was sentenced to death," the shopkeeper continued, seeming to relish the story, "but a merciful shaman turned her lover into a beetle so his princess could wear him over her royal heart." He grinned and slipped the necklace into Aiden's extended hand. "If your lover secures this necklace around your neck, he will be with you always. Even when you're apart. Everlasting love."

Chalisa's heart raced out of control as Aiden gave her a meaningful look and undid the clasp of the necklace. He stepped around behind her and slid the necklace around her neck, brushing his hand along her neck and inducing more tingles and warmth.

The necklace settled below the hollow of her neck, and she instantly felt the rightness of the cool amber against her skin. Even more ‘right' was Aiden sweeping her long hair away from the back of her neck and across her shoulder with his free hand. His fingers lingered on the sensitive skin on the back of her neck bringing awareness to the surface. She wanted him to touch her like that every day of her life.

Glancing over her shoulder, she prayed this wasn't a joke to him. Instead of the teasing and charming glint she'd seen in his blue eyes, he now looked almost serious. He also appeared completely invested in her and this moment. She could hardly catch a breath. She wanted Aiden in her heart and her life.

He secured the clasp and released the necklace, letting it settle around her throat. Still holding her gaze in his, he trailed his hands across her shoulders and bent and softly kissed the side of her neck, just below her ear.

"Everlasting love," he whispered in her ear.

Chalisa felt like she'd just leapt out of an airplane with no safety measures in place. Even as the thrill and fear encompassed her, she knew she had nothing to fear. Aiden was her parachute and her guide. He would make this adventure an exhilarating and fulfilling experience for her, and he'd already proven he'd keep her safe.

Yet was it safe for her heart to have an ultra-handsome playboy that she barely knew stare at her as if she were his world, whisper ‘everlasting love,' and place a necklace around her neck? A necklace that symbolized everlasting love to the Mayan people?

Jenn would be screaming for her to forget her fears and go for it. Her mom would be in shock. Reagan and Kingston were both more cautious by nature. They would be telling her to be smart, but they'd want her to give love and happiness a chance. They'd fallen in love in only a few weeks, created Hope when they let their passion for each other overwhelm them, and then spent two excruciating years apart before they were reunited.

Aiden smiled gently at her. His smile was still charming and his gaze smoldering, but she felt special, not just a number to the ultimate player.

This necklace was meant to be around her neck.

It also symbolized a tragic romance. She didn't want a tragic romance. She wanted to get to know Aiden and fall in love with him.

Insane thoughts, but she was in an insane situation.

Aiden swept her hair back into place and then stepped around to face her. "It's perfect on you, love. Perfect for our story."

She put a hand to her throat, touching the necklace. "Aiden … I …" She had to take this necklace off, explain that she couldn't accept a gift from him. She didn't know him or trust him. They didn't have a story. A gift that symbolized everlasting love was too heavy for the shallowness of their actual relationship. Was he simply playing a part, or could he possibly mean his words and looks and touches?

Why did Aiden and everything about this moment feel so right and perfect? Just as he'd said.

"You'll cherish this necklace and the symbolism of it?" Aiden supplied words for her. "I know, sweetheart." He handed the shopkeeper a credit card. "Gracias."

"Muchas gracias, mi amigo." The man smiled and bustled off.

"Aiden …" She touched the necklace again. She didn't want to take it off, but she shouldn't accept a gift like this. What was happening to her?

"The necklace is perfect," he said. His eyes were serious and the most mesmerizing blue in the world.

"Thank you," she whispered, having no clue what else to say at this moment. She wanted to ask if he truthfully felt what he was saying, but she didn't want to ruin the moment.

He nodded, his gaze deepening on her.

Chalisa was never bold, always cautious. At the moment, she wasn't the charitable, hard-working, cautious nurse practitioner from Oceanside. She was a princess and the ‘everlasting love' of the most appealing man in existence. Together they were starting an unparalleled journey of connection and joy.

She eased in close to him, slid her arms around his neck, and arched up onto tiptoes. She was going to kiss him, and not because she owed him any debt, because she wanted to kiss him and be assured that ‘everlasting love' was in their future and Aiden could never want anyone but her. Even if they had to be apart for a time, like the shopkeeper had said, they'd find each other again.

Aiden wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her flush against him. Breathless anticipation filled her. His eyes locked on hers, full of yearning. Then his eyes closed and he bent to capture her lips.

The shopkeeper hurried back out.

"Perdón," he shot out.

Aiden met her gaze, wordlessly told her it was just a matter of time before he gave her the most mind-blowing kiss of her life, then slowly released her from his embrace.

He took her hand. Still studying her, he said easily to the shopkeeper, "No worries, my friend."

It was a huge worry. She'd just had the best kiss of her life interrupted. Glancing in a mirror on the side wall, she could see her blue eyes were lit up and her face was flushed. She looked prettier than she ever had. She didn't even recognize herself right now.

The shopkeeper handed Aiden his card and a receipt.

"Thank you," Chalisa told the man.

"De nada, mi belleza."

She flinched at that term but kept her smile.

"Muchas bendiciones para una vida feliz." The man bowed to both of them.

"Gracias." Aiden led her out of the shop, his gaze darting around, and then they strode through the mall.

Chalisa glanced around too. She didn't see anyone dangerous, but what did she know? "What did he say as we left?" she asked.

"Many blessings for a happy life," Aiden said, gifting her with his charming smile.

There was a shield over his gaze that hadn't been there half a minute ago. Her stomach twisted with concern. Aiden was distancing himself. She could feel it. The seriousness of the shop and the almost kiss had been left behind and he was focused on protecting her and getting her to safety. Maybe he was simply assuming his role of her protector. When they were alone, he'd let his guard down again.

"Oh," she said. "He assumes we're a committed-for-life couple."

Aiden nodded. "If only," he muttered under his breath.

Chalisa's brows lifted. Her emotions and hopes were all over the place. She touched her necklace and saw Aiden's eyes dart to it, but then he looked away.

They strolled past different shops and toward a curb lined with taxis.

She didn't say anything as Aiden talked to another cab driver. Something about the airport.

If only.

It was short-sighted of her to think Aiden meant his words, looks, or symbolic gifts. She was an ‘enticing liability' and not part of his path.

Did he still believe that? She felt like a different person from an hour ago. As she touched her necklace, she knew.

She felt like a woman falling in love.

Had anything changed for him?

They slid into the back of a white taxi. Once again, Aiden did up her seatbelt and held her close. She naively savored every touch, every look, every second together. She'd recognized she was lonely, but she hadn't even realized how starved she was for attention and love. Aiden was easily filling her love tank. Did it mean anything to him, or was he a womanizer like she'd originally pegged him? If they were going to the airport, was there any possibility he would fly home with her and this dream of ‘everlasting love' could continue?

That would be a dream, but he'd said he was on a job to capture Jorge and couldn't blow his cover. She needed to respect his purpose, and she did appreciate his protection. She also had to remember she was a thirty-year-old boring nurse practitioner. She never had been and never would be like Jenn—flirtatious, easy-going, and the falling-in-love on vacation with no strings attached type of girl.

Even Jenn had never brought the likes of Aiden around. He was as impressive to Chalisa as all the honorable men of Magna who'd adopted her like a sister.

How could she resist Aiden? Chalisa felt like she was special to him, and he'd even said that. But as he easily wrapped up her heart, she had the unsettling impression he was fighting to resist her.

The drive to the airport was quiet—no music playing in this cab.

"Do you know Spanish?" she asked quietly.

He only nodded.

The closer they got to the airport, the more tense the air in the cab felt. Because he was going to ditch her? Most likely. She needed to wrap her mind around that so she wouldn't be completely devastated. She'd known him barely over an hour. It shouldn't be a big deal, but it was. Her entire life had redirected in the past hour of basking in Aiden's blue eyes and warm touch.

"Aiden," she murmured against his neck. "I don't have my passport. It's in the safe at the hotel."

"Why do you think we were killing time at the mall?" he asked with a self-assured smile.

"I assumed we were throwing someone off our tail."

He smiled. "Maybe that too, but I've seen no indicators anyone followed us, and my men have confirmed Jorge and his guards are strutting around the resort's dance party as if nothing is wrong and I didn't embarrassingly best them with no resistance an hour and a half ago."

"That's good." But she had to ask. "Killing time at the mall?" Her hand went to her necklace. "I guess this doesn't mean …" She broke off and looked out the window. Embarrassed. She'd been completely caught up in the meaning of this necklace and most especially in this man. Her rescuer. Her hero. Her love.

Silly. She kept trying to remind herself that she hardly knew him and this night would soon be a dream.

It didn't sink in. Aiden was enticing, but it was more than that. He felt like her missing half. The man she'd never known was out there waiting for her.

Aiden's fingers traced along her jawline and under her chin. She quivered from his touch. He tilted her chin up and their gazes caught and held. Then he slowly trailed his fingertips down her neck.

Chalisa had never experienced such an incredible sensation. When his fingers reached the necklace, he slid them under the pendant and lifted it. Heat radiated from her skin everywhere he'd touched it.

"This means …" His gaze was full of her and any resolve to keep an emotional distance from her seemed to shatter. "Chalisa," her name came out as a tender groan.

Fire filled her. She loved the way he'd said her name, his touch, the special look in his eyes. Aiden was fully invested in her and her alone. Her Aiden couldn't possibly be a player who would leave her behind. His charm drew her in, but he cared deeply for her. If he had to leave, he'd find her again. What was a short separation in the face of everlasting love?

The taxi jerked to the right and their moment was interrupted as they entered the road that led to the busy airport. Aiden let the necklace settle back against her neck and drew away. Disappointment filled her.

They pulled up to a curb a few moments later. Aiden escorted her out, paid the driver, and strode confidently through the sliding glass doors with his hand around hers. This terminal was much quieter than the one she and Jenn had exited three days ago when they'd first arrived.

Aiden led her into a family bathroom. A good-looking, dark-haired man grinned at them. Chalisa was about to excuse them and make an exit, but the man spoke up. "About time, boss. Jose has the friend. They're twenty minutes out."

"Thank you, Nick," Aiden said. He slid off the baseball cap and handed it over, ruffling his thick dark-blond hair. Chalisa hadn't known it was possible for him to be even more handsome.

"Anything you need." Nick handed Chalisa her purse. "And for you, milady. Your passport and all the cash from the safe are inside."

"Thank you." She clutched her purse to her chest.

"The suitcases are with a valet heading for the plane," Nick said. "I'll wait here for the friend and Jose."

How had Aiden gotten her and Jenn on a last-minute flight? What airlines flew out of this terminal?

Aiden clapped him on the shoulder. "You're the best."

"Don't I know it." Nick winked. "See you soon."

Aiden directed Chalisa back out of the bathroom. They walked up to security. Chalisa fished her passport out of her purse. Aiden pulled out his own passport and they sailed through without much trouble. That was a relief. Yet they hadn't shown any boarding passes.

They exited the other side of the terminal and walked into the sultry night air again. She was going to miss this warmth. California wasn't freezing in January, but nothing like this warm humidity.

Small private jets were spread out on the tarmac.

Aiden led her to a sleek white jet. The door was open, steps leading into the cabin. They walked in as if they owned the jet. Now she understood why they hadn't needed boarding passes. He'd chartered a jet for them. Wow.

There were eight luxurious-looking recliners in the front, stacked in twos with an aisle between each pair. In the back of the plane, there was a couch on one side and a table and four chairs on the other. A galley lined most of the back wall. There was a door to the right of the long, shiny black countertop. The upholstery of the furniture was a soft gray, the accents chrome and black.

"This is beautiful," Chalisa murmured. She'd never seen the inside of a private jet.

"Thank you."

She darted a gaze to him. This was his jet? Her sister had married a prince, but the kingdom of Magna wasn't wealthy. She'd never met someone who owned a jet.

A door in the front opened and a thirty-something man, well-built with dark hair and beard and wearing a short-sleeved white button down and black pants, strode out.

"Thank you for coming on short notice, Paul," Aiden said.

"Anything for you, sir." The man's deep-brown eyes were sincere. He truly would do anything for Aiden. Paul looked at him with a gratitude and respect that had to be earned.

"Chalisa, this is my pilot Paul, who doubles as a highly trained bodyguard. He'll be flying you home tonight and watching out for you until we're certain there's no danger of Jorge coming after you."

Paul extended his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"Thank you." She shook his hand. This man would watch out for her? For how long? The shock of realizing Aiden must be wealthy was overridden by apprehension. Aiden wasn't accompanying them home. Her heart beat painfully against her rib cage. When would he come for her?

"We can be wheels up anytime, sir," Paul said to Aiden.

"Thank you. We're waiting for Chalisa's friend and Jose. They are maybe twenty minutes out."

"All right." He looked between them and smiled. "I'll give you a moment, then. Stretch my legs." He strode out of the airplane.

Aiden turned to Chalisa and her heart sank. He had a casual look about him, nothing like the sincere and invested look he'd had when he'd bought her the necklace and she'd almost kissed him.

Had he only been playing a part? She couldn't believe that.

"You're not coming with us," she said.

His brows lifted at her boldness, but he only gave her a short shake of his head. "I'm not."

"You have to catch Jorge?"

"Yes, I do. Neither of us wants him taking advantage of any more unsuspecting female tourists walking the beach at night, shipping more drugs to America, or killing anyone who crosses him or outlives their usefulness to him."

Her stomach turned over. "No, we don't," she agreed.

He captured both of her hands in his and suddenly that intense, warm, they-were-meant-to-be-together look was back in his blue eyes. "Ah, love. You understand why I can't escort you home?"

"I do." But would he come for her later?

His gaze traveled over her face, full of need, tenderness, appreciation … love?

She wouldn't survive if he never came for her. How had she fallen so quickly? This wasn't like her.

Aiden had swooped in like her hero and saved her life tonight. She was in an extreme situation full of intense emotion, and he was the most appealing man on the planet. Above all, she believed they had something special between them. Did he? If not, could she show him how she felt and possibly convince him?

They were going to be separated. The clock was ticking. Chalisa wanted to give him a proper goodbye. She'd pray the connection and joy she was certain they would experience would be enough motivation for him to find her as soon as he finished his important mission.

She eased closer, and the yearning in his blue eyes said he agreed they needed a long, beautiful kiss before they were separated for a very short time.

Aiden released her hands and wrapped his palms around her waist, tugging her against him. She slid her arms around his neck and arched up onto tiptoes. The pulse point in his neck was going like mad. In a crazy, bold move for her, Chalisa leaned in and tenderly kissed his neck.

Aiden let out a telling and beautiful groan. "Chalisa." His hands came around her lower back, and he lifted her off her feet.

Chalisa clung to him, staring into his blue gaze. She'd never forget those eyes or this moment. "Aiden. Since I am deeply in your debt…"

"Oh, yes." He winked, but he looked as shaken as she felt. "I'd forgotten about that. And what is it you feel you owe me, love?"

She wanted to be his love. She wanted him, his love, all of him. That wouldn't happen today, but a kiss could. It might be a mistake, but she was letting down her guard and begging him to take her heart. She couldn't resist him.

"A very long, very beautiful kiss," she managed to squeak out.

His gaze became even more smoldering. He lowered her onto her feet and bent down until their lips were a fraction of an inch apart. His breath warmed her lips. "Chalisa, I don't want you to kiss me …"

Her heart slammed to a stop. "What?"

"For any debt," he finished, grinning at her, but then his grin slid away.

He ran his hands very slowly up her back, across her shoulders, and over the sides of her neck. Her entire body trembled. His warm palms cupped her jawline, his fingers threading into her hair, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. His touch distracted her, but his words brought everything back into focus.

"I want you to kiss me because you long for me, you crave me, you will never get enough of me. I want you to kiss me because you'll never forget me or the connection we have." His words were overly confident and semi-teasing, but his eyes were not. They were serious and begging her to agree. Thank heavens he felt their connection as well.

"Aiden." Her voice was as husky as she'd ever heard it. "I long for you." She ran her hands down his neck, across his shoulders, and to his biceps. She clung to them and pulled herself closer, kissing the right side of his mouth. "I crave you." She brushed her lips over his and kissed the left side of his mouth, letting her lips linger there for a beat. "I will never get enough of you." She aligned their mouths and gave him a soft, barely there kiss right below his lips. Trembling with need for him, she barely resisted kissing him long and hard. "I will never forget you and the connection we have," she finished.

Please let their kiss be enough to make him not only never forget her, but come for her. Soon.

Aiden let out a ragged breath, his eyes warm. "I will never forget you, Chalisa," he murmured. "Everlasting love has never been in the realm of possibility for me, but you ..."

She sucked in a breath and her heart raced out of control. He'd left the sentence open-ended. Their possibilities and dreams seemed open-ended. Anything good and wonderful could happen for them. She should be concerned that he'd said everlasting love hadn't been in the realm of possibility for him, but the look in his eyes and his touch were a promise all their own. She could never worry or be afraid while she was in Aiden's arms.

Then he kissed her.

Chalisa was swept up into a cloud of light and emotion. She hadn't been lying when she said she longed for him, craved him, would never get enough of him, would never forget him. She'd believed they had a strong connection a moment ago, but the connection of their lips fusing together like they were meant to be one forged a bond between them that was stronger than anything on earth.

The kiss was an explosion of joy and desire. Chalisa knew in this perfect kiss, this incredible moment, that this man was the right man for her. She'd been created for Aiden. She was meant to kiss, hold, and love Captain Aiden Porter. From his kiss, she knew he felt the same. He was hers and she was his.

The events from tonight were such a stark contrast that it heightened the emotion of this moment even further. She'd been lifted from the horror of being attacked by a drug lord and into Aiden's arms, life, and love. The safety and happiness she felt in Aiden's embrace, consumed by his kiss, was the most beautiful experience of her life. It was the most inspiring and all-encompassing kiss on earth. Nothing could break them apart. Of course they would be together. Everlasting love.

Aiden drew back and looked at her in wonder. "Chalisa … I have never … You … Me …"

Then he was hungrily kissing her again. She assumed his partial sentences meant only great things. He was also in awe of the two of them finding each other like this.

Aiden kissed her very, very thoroughly. He seemed to drink her in, savor her, taste her, consume her.

Chalisa had no concerns while in his arms. Aiden had miraculously found and protected her, and now they would never be separated. Even if he had to finish his job, he would come for her. Soon. Even if he had formerly been a charming player, he was instantly the most loyal boyfriend on the planet.

"Oh. My. Goodness!" Jenn's cry came from the open plane door.

Aiden whipped around to face her friend, tugging Chalisa behind him and holding onto her with his hand. Chalisa loved his reaction. He would always protect and shelter her. Could he someday also love her like his kiss said?

"Who are you, you handsome stud, and what are you doing to my bestie?" Jenn demanded, but Chalisa could hear the smile in her voice. "Whatever it is, it looks like fun."

"Aiden Porter." He nodded to Jenn.

"Wait! You are Aiden Porter. I've seen you on Entertainment News. You're a top security specialist who dates all the actresses and influencers."

Aiden slid his arm around Chalisa. Jenn's words weren't what she wanted to hear, but she'd suspected as much. She stared up into his handsome face. Aiden did not grant Jenn with the full power of his irresistible and smoldering grin. He smiled at her friend, but it was tight. In fact, everything about him was tight. Even his arm around her felt tight, the muscles bulging.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jenn. Let's get you two on your way." He let go of Chalisa. Completely. Released his hold on her and stepped a foot away.

She sucked in a breath, looking to him for reassurance, but he was studying Jenn and a man at her friend's side she assumed was Jose. Chalisa smiled at both of them, but her smile was plastic and she felt like she'd been dropped on her head.

What had happened? How had she gone from kissing Aiden to not even touching him? She needed at least the connection of his hand surrounding hers or, even better, his hand around her hip or waist as it had been most of their time together. He was her safe space, her happiness, her love.

Let's get you two on your way.She'd known it was coming, but she wasn't prepared. How long would she and Aiden be separated? He'd said ‘everlasting love' to her twice now. He'd bought her the necklace that meant everlasting love. They had an out-of-this-world connection. No way could this man, her Aiden, charm her and then hurt her. Go back to dating actresses and influencers. It wasn't possible.

"Do we really have to leave?" Jenn asked. "Klein was a hottie. I loved that gorgeous and fancy resort, and I used up all my savings on our dream vacation."

"I apologize." Aiden's voice was stiff. "I will make certain the cost of your vacation is refunded to each of your accounts."

Chalisa wondered how he'd do that. Was their hotel in his power or in Jorge's? He'd said he had people who worked there. Nick had brought their passports and suitcases.

Too many questions.

"Chalisa is in extreme danger, and you as well by association," Aiden explained to Jenn. "If you'll load up, I'll let her enlighten you with a long story while you fly home." He looked at Chalisa and, once again, he wasn't smiling. He was far too serious.

"Okay," Jenn conceded, a lot quicker than she normally would. "I'll let you two say goodbye." She winked at Chalisa, fanned her face and whispered ‘so hot,' then hurried to the front seats, sitting down and facing away from them.

"I'll wait outside, boss," Jose said, also winking at the two of them.

Aiden turned to her, brushing a hand through his hair. He studied her neck, the pendant he'd given her. Chalisa wanted him to look at her.

"It has been a pleasure, Chalisa Anderson," he said softly. Then he backed toward the steps.

"You'll come for me?" she asked.

He stopped and his gaze finally met hers. His blue eyes looked … tortured.

Oh, no.

"You will come for me," she repeated, a hint of pleading in her voice.

"Ah, Chalisa." He shook his head and looked over her face as if memorizing every detail. "I cannot."

"You cannot?" Her voice pitched up. Cannot. So formal. So final. Her body went cold and her heart threatened to stop functioning.

"I hope you can understand. My commitments. My life path. Nothing about my life or career is conducive to …" His gaze fell to her necklace and then met hers again. "Everlasting love."

Chalisa wanted to yell at him and pound on his chest, but his eyes were already full of agony.

"You played me," she murmured, begging him with her eyes to say he hadn't, that he felt the depth of their connection as well and knew they had a chance at everlasting love.

His blue eyes traveled over her, and longing and love filled his gaze. She smiled, joy bursting through her. They did have a chance. He hadn't played her. Everlasting love. Even if they had to be apart for a short time, he'd come for her. Of course he would.

Then his eyes shuttered, and Aiden gave her an infuriating smirk. That look. That smile. As if she were simply another job or another fling and the two of them and their happily ever after and Chalisa's already breaking heart meant nothing. She could see the wall he'd thrown up between them. The distance between them was instantly deeper than the Grand Canyon.

"Forgive me, love. Take care." He lifted a hand to her. Then he whirled and hurried down the steps. He didn't look back.

Chalisa almost ran after him, but she somehow held herself in check. He didn't want her and he'd never come for her. Forgive him?

She'd never been more confused, angry, and in love.

How could she have fallen in love in two hours?

She couldn't have. But she clung to her necklace. Everlasting love. She and Aiden. She was his princess and he was her beetle.

That wasn't love. That was a tragic romance, and she loathed tragic romance.

She'd never felt so fun, desirable, and perfect in someone else's eyes. She'd never felt a depth of connection like that, a kiss like Aiden's. The joy of every moment they'd spent together pounded inside her.

And now he'd walked away.

She'd never felt so betrayed.

The pilot hurried onto the plane, pushed a button, and the stairs and door lifted and sealed into place. He said with a kind smile, "Buckle up, miss, and we'll have you safe at LAX very soon."

"Th-thank you," Chalisa managed. She hurried to sit by Jenn, collapsing into the seat and somehow fumbling to secure her seatbelt as the jet's engines fired.

Jenn turned to her with wide, sparkling eyes. "Girl! That was the hottest man I have ever seen in my life. I think he's hotter than General Kingston or Prince Darian. You were kissing him! Did you fall for him? What in the world happened? That was all so cloak and dagger. Are we really in danger? How on earth did the fabulous Aiden Porter find you, and when are you seeing him again?"

Chalisa looked at her friend, and then she glanced past Jenn and out the window. Aiden stood outside the jet. It was dark outside, but the lights from the airport highlighted him and the plane's interior lights dimmed at that moment. Aiden was right there, and he was staring in. At her. He raised a hand, his gaze conflicted, his mouth not smiling.

Leaving her had hurt him, too.

But not as deeply as it would her.

He'd focus on his busy protecting-and-dating-beautiful-women-and-saving-the-world life. She'd go back to work, building her charity, and loneliness. Being alone would hurt even worse after that brief glimpse of how incredible being with Aiden could've been.

The plane started to taxi away.

Aiden turned and walked away. As if he couldn't handle watching her go.

Chalisa looked back at Jenn and did something she hadn't done since her dad's funeral. She burst into tears.