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Wild Card (Rose Hill) by Elsie Silver

“I’m gonna go make some introductions. You good if I leave you here?” Tripp tosses an arm over my shoulder, tugging me toward him in a side hug before dropping a casual kiss on my hair. But all I can do is watch Bash. Slashes of heat appear on his cheeks as his gaze follows his son. He flinches when Tripp kisses me, then he turns his head away from us.

I try to will the tension out of my shoulders. I don’t want Tripp to notice how uncomfortable I am. It’s not as though I’ve done anything wrong, but explaining that night to him? Any explanation would seem trite—it wouldn’t do it justice.

“Of course.” I nod quickly, a light tremor in my voice.

Bash’s brow lifts, and I see him peek at me out of the corner of my eye. Tripp doesn’t notice my discomfort at all. Instead, he just grips Bash’s shoulder and leads him away into the crowd.

To the outside observer, it would appear that I’m staring at the guy I showed up here with.

But they would be wrong.

I’m staring at his dad.

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 #Excerpt

I should be awarded an Olympic medal for safely navigating a plane with Gwen next to me.

She’s even more distracting than usual.

With flushed cheeks and bright eyes, she fucking glows. And to think I had even a small part in making her look like this is the most satisfying thing in the world.

I’d fly around all day just to watch her gaze out the window in awe. That breathy little giggle she makes is music to my fucking ears. I’d sell my soul to hear that more often.

Down on the ground, all the reasons to stay away from her feel insurmountable, but up here, staring at her? They don’t feel like reasons at all.

They feel like excuses.

And I can’t figure out how I justify continuing to wear them like some suit of honor. The choice seems so simple. The stakes completely acceptable. The risk of getting hurt again entirely worth it.

I get lost in my head for the rest of the flight, while Gwen gets lost in the view. I take a couple of dips and turns, eliciting gasps, laughter, and firm squeezes to my thigh that do nothing but go straight to my dick.

Eventually, the flight changes from being relaxing to an annoying inconvenience. There’s a storm brewing inside me, and Gwen is oblivious to it.

“You ready to head back down?” I ask, my words coming out more abruptly than I intend.

She glances at me, lavender eyes wide and content as she gives me a relaxed shrug. “Sure.”

Eager to get back onto solid ground, I loop us back around to the runway, calling our arrival in. Gwen’s fingers wrap around one of the handles as we touch down smoothly, and she marvels once again.

“Damn. Should I clap now too? I’ve been on flights where everyone claps, and the landing was not nearly as seamless as that.”

“I hate when people clap on planes,” I reply, maneuvering us back toward the hangar.

Gwen laughs, brushing off my comment like it’s pure entertainment. “Of course you do. Do you ever secretly judge the flight crew when you fly commercial?”

She peppers me with questions as Greg guides us in carefully, waving me back into my spot in the hangar with safety wands.

“Oh! Actually, I have an important question.”

I cut the engine, and Greg salutes me and then heads back to the front office.

“Is turbulence scary for pilots? Or is that just passengers?”

I hit her with a glare, but she’s unaware of my inner turmoil, the rush of desperation coursing through me. I unbuckle my harness and toss my headset as she rambles on. “Like, do you worry about that? Or is it just run-of-the-mill stuff?”

“Gwen, stop asking me questions and take your harness off.”

She freezes, her brows rising on her forehead. Her expression says I know you did not just talk to me like that. But then she turns her eyes downward and clicks the straps loose.

“Oh-kay, buzzkill.” She slips her headset over blond strands. “I was going to say thank you for the birthday present, but I guess—”

My hand gripping her thigh brings her up short.

“What?” She looks genuinely confused.

But I’m not. I’ve hit my limit. I fucking snap. I turn, reaching for her waist. The cockpit is small, so it’s not a struggle to pull her to me.

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