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A hand gripped the railing of the basket so close to hers that it almost touched it.
“It takes your breath away, doesn’t it?”
Marie forgot all about the view, focusing on Christian so close she could smell him, almost feel his heat and strength.
“It does.” She smiled at him, her heart fluttering again when he returned the smile and looked infinitely more gorgeous.
There were fine lines on his face, and she wondered again how he was holding up with all the work. Being a prince certainly seemed to entail as much energy and effort as leading a big business.
“I enjoy it even more than flying,” he said, turning to lean against the basket’s side and look at her rather than at the landscape beneath them. “Although I have to say that sitting behind the joystick of a plane is a bigger thrill than anything else.”
Her eyes widened. “You can fly?”
He nodded. One of his hands reached for a stray tendril of her hair that the wind whipped between them, but he dropped it. “Yes, small aircraft and military aircraft. I underwent pilot training during my year in the army.”
She nodded, impressed but somehow not surprised. It seemed there wasn’t much he couldn’t do or didn’t know.
“How are you holding up?” he asked, leaning a little closer and lowering his voice although nobody was paying them any attention.
“I’m alright…I guess.” Her smile wavered.
It wasn’t easy being among so many high-society people, constantly looked down upon. Oh, nobody was offending her or even taking much notice of her, but she was always on the sidelines, aware of the quizzical looks and the distance everyone kept—everyone except Selene, who treated her like an equal and sometimes switched to native French when talking to her, although they had never shared anything personal.
“I think I found a friend,” she offered, not wanting to make him worry on her behalf, not wanting to sound silly and admit to feeling lonely and useless all the time.
“Ah, the warm-hearted young woman from France, I take it?”
She nodded, her eyes wide. “Have you been observing me?”
His eyes crinkled with a secretive, slow smile, weaving a seductive net around her, trapping her close. “Always.” His voice was only a whisper now. “You’re in my thoughts when you shouldn’t. I never really let you out of my life, no matter how busy I am.”