She opened her mouth. Closed it. Nodded it.
“Do you want me to take a seat on the board to try to stop that from happening?” His brows were pulled tight now.
“No.” Oh, now she felt small. “I want you to take a seat on the board because it’s your right as my husband. As part of my family.”
“All right.” He bounced on his heels, his body relaxing again. And he held out his hand. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“That’s it?”
“It’s after midnight, baby. What more do you want tonight?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll have questions later.”
“Okay.”
“Maybe we can discuss them on the way to your friend’s fancy wedding.”
* * *
They discussednothing about the business on the flight two days later. They napped, because private planes have full-sized beds, and they were both exhausted after a quick stop in Montreal for Josh to be outfitted with clothes for the week ahead.
After they woke up, Monica gave Josh a quick primer on her friends.
Amira, the bride-to-be. Lebanese-American, but was raised in England until she was sent to the Swiss boarding school where they met.
Sylvie. Very French. Mother was a model, father was a politician.
Cathryn. English. Came from a long line of industry magnates. Her mother was a pop singer in the 80s, and her father famously had a dozen other children as well, from a variety of women.
“In some ways, it was much simpler when we kept our relationship a secret,” she murmured as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “I can’t promise that you’re going to like them.”
“I will, though. Because they are your friends.”
“They can be a bit much.”
“So you can, princess.” He was laughing at her. “And I love that.”
“You know what you’re going to love?”
“What’s that?”
She smiled to herself. “Driving in Italy.”
* * *
Josh couldn’t believehis eyes. Waiting for them at the airport, on the other side of the world’s fastest customs clearance in the concierge building, was a vintage Iso Grifo muscle car. Cherry red and gleaming, it was a thing of beauty, and he groaned at the sight.
“What is this?”
“Our ride.”
He groaned again.
She leaned in. “I’m not going to say, stop making sex noises about the car, but I think the guy behind us might proposition you if you do that again.”
Josh glanced over his shoulder. “Worth it. Did you ever want to have a foursome with a car?”
