His heart stuttered and heat flushed his face. "You sure you're ready to see me—in the daylight?"

She frowned and pursed her lips. "Do I look like someone afraid of taking on a challenge?"

"No. You look like a kick ass heroine named Thunder Heart, and I would be honored and privileged to share your bed."

"You promised me flying lessons."

"And you shall have them. Now, where did we leave off?"

She stood, placed her hands on the sides of his chair and leaned in for a long passionate kiss. He closed his eyes and gave her a preview, taking her with him in his memories, soaring over the hotel, and then swirling and swooping down to the river to grab a fat flopping trout in his talons.

She pulled back, breaking the connection, blue eyes wide, her full red lips agape. "Amazing. I want more."

"Advanced flying lessons require both of us to be naked—and in bed, as close as two people can get."

Phoebe stood back. "What are you waiting for? Let's get going."

He chuckled. "Well, you are my boss. I don't want anyone to say you coerced me or I forced you. Do we need to put this in writing?" She tilted her head and gave him a puzzled look. "A legal document perhaps? I, Phoebe Wagner, hereby enter into consensual sex freely and without coercion with one Bert Blackfeather…"

She stomped her foot. "Give me your phone." He handed her his cell.