“Jesus,” he curses. “I’ll wear a condom. I was only kidding about having twins.”
He claims that, but he also likes the idea of her being pregnant with his baby.
I lift my head, cross my arms over his chest, and rest my chin on them. “I think a bunch of little Ethans would be absolutely adorable.”
His face flushes. “Fuck no. One is enough.” He pushes me off him softly, since Aurora is beside us. “You’re sweaty. Go shower. I need to call Rocco.”
“You’d be sweaty too if you weren’t the pillow princess.”
He grabs me by the throat and brings me in for a rough kiss. “I’m going to fuck you into next week if you don’t shut your mouth.”
“Stop talking dirty to me.” Damn, I love instigating him.
Reece stands, goes to the other side of the bed, and extends his hand to our girl. “And you need to use the bathroom. Come on. I’ll start you a bath.”
Ethan leans against the door frame, his phone pressed to his lips, head bowed.
Sitting on the bed, Aurora on the floor in front of me, I take the rubber band from my mouth and tie off her braid. “What’s the verdict?”
He spent an hour on the balcony talking to Rocco and Big D. The rest of us have showered and changed into whatever clothes we have.
“The Skid Row building caught fire. They’ve taken off for New York.”
Our eyes meet briefly before Reece asks, “Lucas?”
The Viking has been reclining in that leather chair, pretending to be distracted by his phone while sneaking peeks at Aurora and me. Maybe he wants to learn to braid, or maybe he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Ethan blows out a breath. “With them. Rocco says not to worry; the doctor and Bennett approved a transfer to New York, and they’re taking a med-flight.”
Jaw clenched and nostrils flaring, Reece returns to his phone—no doubt trying to contact his partner. He’s quite stubborn. Loyal to a fault, and I swear, he holds a grudge for life. The twins will be next on his shit list. Finally, someone other than me.
I gently loosen Aurora’s braid to create a relaxed style. “What’s the plan?” I ask Ethan.
“We need to head out as soon as possible. I’d rather not be trapped at the airport.” He holds my gaze.
He’s worried about the LAPD grilling us or possibly detaining me. I’m surprised they haven’t already—unless they’re watching the penthouse and know we’ve been here the entire night.
Or they’re waiting to ambush us.
He rakes his fingers through his messy hair. “Can you arrange a flight?”
“Where to?” I turn to the Viking. “We going to your sister’s? Flying into Charleston?”
“Yeah,” he replies, focused on his screen. “We’ll leave for New York right after the wedding.”
The wedding is the day after tomorrow.
“You have your ID, birth certificate, and passport?” I ask Aurora.
Clutching my knees for balance, she gradually rises from the floor. “Yes, but I don’t have a dress or makeup or anything. The only clothes I fit into are leggings, loose sweaters, and your hoodies.”
“We can get whatever you need.” Ethan cuffs the back of my neck with icy fingers. “Secure a private jet, please.” He’s anxious.
I remove my phone from my pocket. “I got you. It won’t take me long.” A few clicks—that’s all.
Reece grabs his backpack from the closet, drops it in front of the bed, and takes a seat beside me. “Angel, can you get this off me?” He gestures to his shoulder.
“I like this brace much more than the sling.” She comes between his legs and guides a strap over his head. “Are you gearing up?”
