Wildest Dreams (The Wilds of Montana #3) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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“Cool,” Jake says with a shrug, but the smile on his face tells me that he’s happy to be invited. “Just let me know what time, and I’ll be there.”

“I’ll double-check with the wife and text you,” Chase replies and then turns to me. “Have fun.”

“Thanks. I plan to. And thanks again for the table. It’s really great, man.”

“You’re welcome.” With a wave, he’s off, and I turn back to Jake.

“Don’t be eating at that table without me.”

“No way. We’ll do it together when you get back.” He offers me his fist for a fist bump, which I happily oblige, and then I pull him in for a quick hug.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

“Dude, why are you so weird about this one? You’ve been gone before, you know.”

“Yeah, but that was work, and this is fun, and you’re my kid, so I have dad guilt for leaving you behind when I’m going on a freaking vacation. Do you want to go with us?”

Jake’s eyebrows climb into his hairline. “Aww, that’s so sweet. You’re gonna miss me. But do I want to go shopping in Paris? No thanks. That sounds horrible to me. No offense. Besides, you guys can be all gooey and gross without a kid hanging around. Go have fun.”

“I’ll take you wherever you want to go. You and I can take a trip.”

He blinks at me. “Honestly? I’m fine here. Maybe we can take a hiking trip up to Glacier or something later, but I’m not worried about it. Like I said, go have fun. Be safe.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I laugh and ruffle his hair before grabbing my suitcases to load into the truck.

Jake helps me, and before long, I’m headed over to Polly’s to pick her up and take her to the airport.

Yeah, it’s going to be damn fun.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

POLLY

“This is insane, you know.” I wipe my mouth with the cloth napkin given to me by the ridiculously efficient flight attendant. We’re an hour into this flight, and I’ve been served an appetizer and a main course that I would find in a fancy restaurant. And don’t even get me started on how incredible this plane is. “I was nervous when you mentioned a private plane because I pictured a tiny little thing with tons of turbulence carrying me over the ocean.”

Ryan grins across from me. There’s a beautiful marble table between us, covered with a white tablecloth and a spread of food laid out for us to pick and choose what we want. The roasted chicken with carrots and potatoes is delicious. “I prefer to travel in a more comfortable setting.”

I let my eyes roam over the cabin of this jet. “How many can this seat?”

“Thirteen comfortably,” he replies and takes a bite of chicken. “And I like that I barely have to duck down to walk through.”

“And what kind of jet is this?”

He smiles again, almost smugly. “It’s a Gulfstream, G650ER, if you want to get technical. We can fly from Montana to Paris without having to stop for fuel.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, ma’am. I’m not.”

The leather on the seats is just…butter. The wood paneling gleams, and there are televisions set out for entertainment, boasting Netflix, Passionflix, and other streaming services to choose from.

There’s even a king-sized bed in the back, already made up for us with the softest, fluffiest blankets I’ve ever seen. I have a feeling I’ll be joining the mile-high club today, and just the thought of it has my stomach clenching in anticipation.

“You look a little overwhelmed, and we haven’t even gotten there yet,” he says, setting his fork on his empty plate.

“I mean, have you seen this plane?” His grin is quick, and I can’t help but think about how damn handsome he is.

I also don’t want to think about how many women he’s had sex with in that bed.

“What?” he asks.

“What what?” I counter.

“Something just went through that sexy brain of yours. I saw it in your eyes.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I sip my water and try to act nonchalant, but he narrows his eyes and reaches over to drag his fingertips down my jawline in that way he does that makes me all gooey.

“Bullshit,” he says softly. “Don’t lie to me, babe. We’re far past that.”

“I am not lying—” I stop and exhale. “Jealousy isn’t something I’m particularly comfortable with, and I know it’s not an attractive trait, and I don’t want to tell you what I was thinking.”

“Okay, that’s honest.” He doesn’t take his eyes off mine. “And now I have to know what it was.”

I chuckle, shake my head, and look out at the clouds skimming by beneath us. “That bed back there looks comfortable.”

“Look at me.”

His voice is still mild but also leaves no room for argument, and I turn my gaze back to his.


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