Taming Alaska (So Not Prince Charming Book 1) by Diana Downey Page B

now?”
    “It’s not my job to tell you who to date or trust. You’re a big boy. Weren’t you two going to Alaska?”
    Shane’s jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow. I shudder at the ferocity emanating from his eyes. He spins me onto the grass away from my guests and dips me. The problem is he keeps lowering me to the ground until I’m lying on the lawn.
    He’s leaving me here?
    “Help me up,” I demand.
    “Not today, Princess.” Shane marches away from me. “I’ve had enough from you girls today.”
    Anger flares on my face, scorching it. “Shane O’Flannery, don’t you leave me like this.”
    He doesn’t even turn around.
    Fay walks toward me. “Bravo. I don’t know what Cynthia said, but that’s been a long time coming.”
    “I think she told me the truth,” Shane says to her, “but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to hear it.”
    So he does believe me. It is true after all.
    Fay helps me up. Thank God, most of the guests are too drunk to have noticed, except the drug lord and Blake. He gives me a strange look that I cannot read.
    I glance at the back of my Vera Wang. Damn. A green stain mars my beautiful dress.
    I stare after Shane, his fists clenched at his side. How could he not know Nikita after being with her for so long? Gosh, she even cheated on him, but I certainly won’t tell him that. He threw a fit over her drinking. I’d hate to see what he’d do for her stepping out on him.
    Nothing good came out of this. I feel completely unsatisfied, like I did after having sex with Blake earlier.

Chapter Seven
    Cyn
    Blake lounges in a seat, his long legs outstretched while I pace around the Seattle airport like a nervous terrorist, searching for our honeymoon escape. I half expect TSA to body slam me to the ground.
    After the wedding we’d flown out of Austin to Seattle, which has me completely stumped.
    We certainly aren’t in the international section, so our destination must be Hawaii. New York, Miami, Honolulu, and Fairbanks are the closest gates. Ours says Minneapolis. Yuck. I won’t go there. I’ll put my foot down to that.
    Hawaii would work—not as good as Bora Bora but not too terrible. It’s beautiful all year round.
    “Sit down, honey,” he says. “We’ll be at our destination before you know it.”
    “Why won’t you tell me?” I whine, nervous as the Mad Hatter.
    He grasps my hand and pulls me toward him. I sit down onto his lap where he smooches me, the heat of his lips branding me. When he touches me, my body leans into his. We’re going to have a great time, and I’ll have an orgasm—many of them—unless I’m broken.
    “Don’t worry,” he says. “You’ll love it.”
    Blake pushes me off his lap and onto the next seat, so he can beat the next level of Rio Angry Birds on his Kindle. Birds squawk and monkeys squeak when he reopens his game. This is a side of him I’ve never known. What happened to Mr. Sophistication? Mr. Charming? Mr. Godlike Sexy? I’ve never seen him play any video games. I hope I didn’t marry a gamer.
    I slump in my chair, studying the gate signs and letting them drive me crazy until Shane O’Flannery plops down next to the Fairbanks departing gate. Unfortunately, his flight is delayed, so I hope he doesn’t see me, not after he humiliated me yet again.
    He slaps what looks like a hundred pound backpack with skis and snowshoes strapped to it onto the seat beside him then digs out a box, a ring box. No wonder he’s so upset. He was going to ask Nikita to marry him during their Alaska adventure.
    Nikita said she was going somewhere exciting with Shane. It doesn’t surprise me she backed out once Shane lost his fortune.
    One by one, the gates for Miami, New York, and Honolulu board. At this late hour, the other gates close, and the only one left open is Fairbanks. This isn’t looking good. We wait another hour and the other gates remain dark.
    No. This can’t be happening. I stick out my lower lip.
    First class is called for Fairbanks, and I