I woke up to the sound of the pilot's voice over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're now preparing for landing. Please be seated and fasten your seatbelts while we make our descent into Toronto."

Slowly, I lifted my head from where I'd rested it on Jason's shoulder and sat up in my seat. I looked at Jason, who was reading one of my favorite books, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. One of my only weaknesses is a hot guy who likes to read, and Jason fit the bill perfectly.


Jason noticed that I was awake and closed his book. He gave me a little smile and said,

"Hey Sleeping Beauty, how was your nap?"

"It was good, thanks. Have you ever read that before?" I asked, pointing to Huck Finn.

"Of course! I've read it a bunch of times before; it's my favorite. It never gets old, you know?" he said with a grin.

"Yeah, I know it's one of my favorites too! I just didn't know you liked to read," I said.

Oh God, Josie, now you're hooked.

"I was an English major in college. I wanted to be a writer before I got involved with your grandfather's agency. I found out the hard way that freelance writers only make money when they're hired," Jason explained, sounding a little weary. I nodded, not knowing what else to do. He put his hand on mine as the plane started its descent; I guess he noticed my face blanching a little as my anxiety level rose again. I gave him a grateful smile.

As we walked through the gangway into the Toronto airport, Jason was still holding my hand. I didn't want to lead him on, but I had to admit that I didn't mind it. We finally found our way to baggage claim, and it was only then that Jason let go.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom, Josie, you okay here?"

"Yeah I'm fine, I'll just keep an eye out for the bags," I replied.

Jason nodded and walked toward the men's room, his carry-on slung over his shoulder. I watched him walk away, and I couldn't help checking out his butt. I smiled a little, in spite of myself. Unfortunately, Jason chose that exact moment to look back over his shoulder.

"Whoa, Josie, like what you see?" he teased, and I turned around quickly, as if I'd been looking at something else.

I watched the conveyor belt, looking for our bags, but they still hadn't come out of the chute by the time Jason came back from the bathroom a couple of minutes later. I felt two hands on my shoulders, and I spun around to see him with a huge smirk on his face.

"Hey Jo, want me to turn around so you can get a closer look?"

I avoided looking him in the eyes, trying to prevent the inevitable blush I could feel coming on.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I responded coolly.

Jason just laughed and said,

"C'mon, Josie. Don't play coy with me, I saw you checking me out before. Just admit it, you'll feel better." And then he leaned over and whispered in my ear:

"Don't worry, I check you out all the time. It's good to know that my, um, feelings are reciprocated."

I gulped. His breath was hot on my ear, and I was failing miserably at my pathetic attempt to stop my face from turning bright pink. And when he started dropping kisses on the side of my neck, I had to bite my lip to keep from letting out a moan. Luckily, I opened my eyes in time to see our luggage coming around the conveyor belt.

"Hey! Our bags!"

Jason stopped kissing my neck and looked up. Whew.

He strolled over to the luggage carousel and lifted our bags off the conveyor belt. I gave him the thumbs-up and followed him outside, where a taxi was waiting to bring us to our hotel.

The lady at the front desk was obviously having a bad day. From the moment Jason and I stepped into the lobby, she gave us what I can only describe as the death glare.

"Welcome to the Royal Icicle Hotel, how can I help you?" she said in a monotone voice.

Jason glanced pointedly at the name tag attached to the lapel of her jacket, and replied,

"Good afternoon, Gertrude! We're here to check in."

She narrowed her eyes at Jason, like he'd said something offensive.


"It should be under Wolf, and I think it's a suite," Jason said, apparently undeterred by Gertrude's crankiness.

My eyes darted to Jason. A suite? I was not expecting to be roomies, even though the idea was becoming more attractive by the minute.

Jason saw my confused glance and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Of course I booked a suite for my sweetie!"

As if the terrible wordplay wasn't enough to further piss off Gertrude, he planted a big, sloppy kiss right on my lips. When he finally pulled away, Gertrude was glaring at us through the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, clearly unimpressed with Jason's PDA. I gave a sheepish grin, and Gertrude rolled her eyes as she clicked around on the computer in front of her. Finally, she peered over the glasses on the bridge of her nose and said,

"Jason Wolf. Room 1124—the Luxury Suite. Here's your key."

Jason grinned and took the key from Gertrude, who grimaced at him.

"Thanks for all your help, Gertrude!" Jason exclaimed. The bellhop loaded a cart up with our luggage, and Jason slung his arm around my shoulders as we made our way to the elevator.

When we finally entered our suite, I plopped down on the king-sized bed and groaned. I was lying on a cloud, and I never wanted to get up. Jason tipped the bellhop and jumped onto the bed, startling me.

"Jeez! You scared the shit out of me, Jason!" I said, slightly annoyed that I wasn't in that half-awake, half-asleep state of consciousness anymore. I turned my head to look at Jason, who was, predictably, smirking.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. You look cute when you're sleepy. Especially in this bed…"

"Don't even think about it, Casanova!" I warned him, as he moved closer to me.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Josie. I only wanted to nap with you before dinner. Totally PG, I promise," Jason said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Maybe that's not the greatest idea, Jason. Remember last time we slept together? It was at least PG-13. When you woke up, you had…" I teased, remembering the first night we'd met.

"Oh, you wanna go there, Josie?" he cut me off, and then continued, "That's what happens to guys when they have girls on top of them, practically gyrating, all night long!"

"So it's my fault that you became aroused? And I did not gyrate!" I glared at him and sat straight up on the bed.

Jason looked right back at me, an infuriatingly adorable grin on his face. Maybe it was jet lag, or maybe that nasty stewardess had drugged my Diet Coke, but what I did next was completely out of character for me. Instead of getting up and stalking away, I rolled almost on top of Jason and kissed him. Not just a peck, either. This would definitely be a kiss to remember.