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pleaded.
    Connor thought for a second more. “How long ago did you call him?”
    “Back when Lily and I were in the kitchen.”
    “He’ll be here in two-and-a-half hours, you said?” Connor asked.
    “Roughly. He booked a flight, then he’s got to get a cab.”
    “Get him back on the phone and tell him to use the Gulfstream you and I flew in on Friday. And I want you to meet him at the airport and get him here as fast as possible.”
    Johnny beamed and pulled out his phone.
    I have to admit, I was starting to feel something like hope.
    Connor shook his head and grumbled, “If there’s even a shot he can help, we’re going to need every last second.”

6
    Apparently the ‘Gulfstream’ was Connor’s private jet, which he had used Friday – the day I met him – to fly from New York to LA. By taking it instead of a commercial flight, Sebastian bumped up his departure by over an hour. The flight was typically forty minutes, though Sebastian said the pilot could push it to thirty.
    Before the plane had even taxied off the runway in LA, Johnny was walking out the door of the penthouse.
    “Do NOT leave this place,” he ordered Connor angrily. “Do NOT open the fucking door.”
    “Relax, they’ve already ruined me. There’s no need for them to shoot me now.”
    “Connor – ”
    “I promise. Jesus.”
    “If you’d just followed my instructions, none of this would be happening,” Johnny scowled, then looked at me like he’d just put his foot in his mouth. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
    “What are you saying ‘sorry’ to her for? I’m the one who fucked everything up,” Connor snapped.
    “Well, don’t go fucking it up even more.”
    “Go get Sebastian,” Connor said as he pushed him out of the penthouse.
    Then he and I were alone.
    Connor went over and sat down on the couch, elbows on his legs, back hunched over, head between his knees. He looked like a weary old man beaten down by the world.
    I went over and sat down beside him. I didn’t know what to do, so I put my arm across his shoulders and leaned my head against his shoulder.
    “…I’m sorry,” I whispered.
    “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything.”
    “I… I could have said ‘no.’”
    I could only see one eye as he turned his head slightly to look at me. His eyebrow was cocked mischievously, and his voice was impish. “No you couldn’t have.”
    I pulled back. “What, were you going to force me?”
    He sat up and collapsed with his back against the sofa, which was an improvement. Now he just looked tired, not beaten down.
    “No, of course not. But there was no way you could say ‘no.’”
    “Oh, because you’re sooo irre sistible ,” I said mockingly.
    His eyebrow arched higher and he grinned silently.
    I started to blush.
    “Fine,” I snapped. “Okay, so you are.”
    He laughed, pulled me against him, and kissed me soft and deep.
    Ohhhhhh…
    That felt much better.
    Until he pulled back and said, “I am pretty irresistible…”
    Then he just laughed as I swatted him several times.
    After I simmered down, he held me and stroked my arm. “What I meant was, when I set my mind to something, I don’t let anything stand in my way. And I was dead set on having you right away, anywhere I could get you.”
    Heat rose inside me.
    I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to pull him into the bedroom – but stopped myself.
    Now was a really bad time.
    “So why don’t you just set your mind that you’re going to beat Miranda and your parents?”
    He was silent for a few seconds. Then, finally, he said, “Because it’s conflicting with something else I want.”
    “Which is… ?”
    “Keeping you safe.”
    I almost cried when he said that.
    But then I pulled back and looked him square in the eye. “I don’t want you to worry about that. This is more important than me.”
    “You say that now…”
    He trailed off.
    The unspoken end to that sentence frightened me, so I leaned back into him, and he encircled me with