The man cleared a path for her, stepping aside.

She moved ahead of him and took a seat.

As she approached, he extended his long legs once more.

Initially, she had found his lengthy legs an obstacle, but now they seemed to be an asset to the man.

Sneaking a peek at him, she estimated his height to be at least six feet ten inches.

Once she was seated, he resumed reading his magazine.

Out of the corner of her eye, she studied his hand. His fingers were slender and elongated, with distinct joints, and the blue veins were visible on the back of his hand.

Though her expression remained composed, excitement stirred within her.

His hands were flawless!

It had been a while since she'd encountered a man so captivating.

If she let him slip away, she knew she'd regret it!

As the plane reached stability in the sky, she couldn't help but continue to watch him.

The woman inadvertently brushed the man's arm with her elbow as it rested on the armrest, and swiftly apologized, "I'm sorry."

"Okay," he responded in a low, resonant voice.

His voice thrilled her with its charm, and she eagerly pressed on, “Where are you headed?"

“Linbourne, Austrain," Tyrone answered, flipping through a magazine, seeming indifferent to her presence.

He knew that Sabrina was on this plane, though she was unaware of his presence.

In fact, he didn't get on the plane after she left.

Sabrina didn't personally witness him boarding the plane.

Damon's return had allowed Tyrone to keep his whereabouts hidden, especially while alone with Sabrina,