Seemed like one hell of a perk to her. But she decided when it came down to it, having money meant very little. She’d take being safe over having buckets of money any day of the week. “Nice perks.”
“Eh, it’s not me. I didn’t grow up with this kind of stuff. Nem did. But he couldn’t care less about money. He uses it to ensure his people have the best access to what they need to get their jobs done and make it home alive.”
Caleb clearly thinks a lot of his boss.
Noted.
“Want to watch a movie?” Caleb pulled up the embroidered flap, revealing an entertainment center. “It will help pass the time.”
“Um, sure.”
He stood up and reached into an overhead locker, then handed her a set of Bluetooth headphones. “You get to pick. I’m probably not going to have seen many of what’s on there, as usually I’m so tired by the time I sit down here, I’m asleep before we’re in the air.”
Reading between the lines, she figured he meant they’d been working before getting on the plane. But as she had nothing but movies to reference what he did, she could be totally wrong. “What kind of movies do you like?” Maybe she should put on a chick flick and make him suffer as she had by being carried onboard in a freaking crate, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“As long as it’s not a war one, we’re good.”
She glanced at him curiously, her fingers pausing over the list of movies on the screen. She thought all men liked action movies. “Why not a war movie?”
“Because you’ll spend the whole flight with the guys yelling, ‘That’s not how it works.’ Or, ‘take your finger off the trigger, ya dumb fuck. Are you asking to shoot yourself in the foot?’” He grinned at her. “When you know how it works, the movies take on a whole new aspect.”
That made sense to her. “Chick flick? How about Barbie… you all look like you could use a little pink glitter in your lives.”
“Hell no,” Dalton, who was passing, grumbled. “We were in Italy for a wedding before Draven’s, and we got glitterfied during glitter-wars by that rat-bastard Marks. Pink and glitter are the last things I want on my damn plane.”
“What’s a glitter war when it’s at home?” she whispered to Caleb.
“Paintball, but with glitter.” He leaned his head in toward her. “The boss is only cranky because he got pinned down and his wife, Lina, kicked ass.” He jerked. “Ow. Fuck you, Nem.”
“Asshole,” Dalton grumbled as he passed them, going back to his seat with a baby’s bottle in his hand.
“Pick Barbie,” Caleb whispered. “The boss will just have to get over his aversion to pink and glitter.”
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to figure out if he was serious or not.
“Do it,” a woman’s voice from behind them urged. “I dare you.”
“Eep.” She spun around at the unexpected voice.
“Sorry.” The woman’s eyes twinkled between the seats. “I’m Becky. The lug next to me is Kentucky. He’s Caleb’s team leader,” she explained. “Most of the guys on this plane are on their team. Most of Draven’s team is here, except for Rexar. He doesn’t do family functions, but you’ll meet him when we get home.”
She wasn’t quite sure what to do with all the information coming at her. “So, Barbie movie?”
“Please.” Becky nodded. “I’ve been trying to get Tuck to watch it for ages. He can’t escape while we’re on a plane.”
“We have parachutes, and I know how to use ‘em.” Kentucky wrapped his arm around Becky. “If you’re going to insist I watch it, then you get to sit here and deal with me.”
“Oh.” Becky disappeared from between the seats. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Umm.”
Caleb chuckled softly. “Want me to grab some popcorn?”
His offer sounded so out of place that her mouth dropped open. “You have popcorn?”
“After everything you’ve seen, it’s the popcorn that gets you?”
“Um… yeah.” She knew it was weird, but she couldn’t help it. “Yeah, it does.”
