“As if I would let you fly home commercial when we have a private jet here,” she scoffs.
They have a private jet? I don’t know why I’m surprised by this information, but I am. It’s clear that Priest and his family are incredibly well-to-do. All thatinvestinghas really paid off.
I’m sure my mouth is still hanging open in shock because Luna continues.
“I would have sent it to you in Iowa for your trip here if I didn’t suspect you’d refuse me.”
“You’re right. I would have. And it’s super unnecessary. I have a flight to head back already booked. I’ll just change my destination and call it good.”
“You’re not going to change my mind on this.” Luna’s expression turns stubborn. “Altering your destination this close to flying is going to cost you big-time, and you’ll be much more comfortable on the private jet.”
Being stranded on a jet with Alessio at thirty thousand feet isn’t exactly what I had in mind for my flight back. There’s no way I’m going to agree to flying home with him. The more space and time between the two of us, the better. I want him to be nothing but a distant memory. Someone I may see in passing at future kid birthday parties and offer a casual hello to. What I don’t want is to be close enough to touch him. To feel those icy blue eyes on me. To want him.
“But—” I start to protest.
Luna holds up a hand, cutting me off. “No buts. I insist. It’s the least I can do as a thank-you for saving my honeymoon.”
I stare at her, a dawning sense of dread blooming inside. There’s no way I can refuse her offer without it seeming incredibly odd and making her ask questions I have no intention of answering. What person in their right mind would turn down a flight home on a private jet in favor of paying a premium to fly economy?
“Okay,” I relent. “I’ll take you up on that offer. Thank you.”
Luna beams at me. “No, thankyou. Now, come on. Let’s go get brunch with the others so that we can lie on the beach and do absolutely nothing other than tan our asses and drink fruity drinks for the rest of the day.”
I force a smile. “Sounds perfect.”
And it does, really. Except for the part where I have no choice but to accompany my mobster tormentor home on a private jet.Then we’ll be spending two weeks in the same city. Maybe he has an assistant who can go between us.
Because if he doesn’t, and if I’m forced to interact with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Psycho for the two weeks I’m cat-sitting Cid, I’m going to be so, so screwed.
And not in a good way either.
Saint
“She’s what?”
I stare at my brother, thinking I must have misheard him, because it sounded a hell of a lot like he just said that Isla would be cat-sitting Cid at their new penthouse for the next two weeks while they’re on their honeymoon.
“Cat-sitting Cid,” Priest repeats, looking at me like I have a few screws loose. “Have you been paying attention?”
Halfheartedly.
In my defense, we’re all lounging at the pool, soaking up the sun. Isla is wearing a green two-piece that matches her eyes, and I’ve been having a hard time not admiring her in it every time she rolls over or struts back and forth to the pool for a cooling dip.
I rub a hand over my jaw. “Yeah, I have. Which is why I don’t understand what’s going on. Didn’t Luna hire some fancy cat sitter who was going to feed him caviar every morning for breakfast and brush his teeth before bed?”
I’m being an asshole about it, I know. The cat is Luna’s baby, and she treats him like a little prince.
“Don’t be a dick,” Priest says, giving me a glare over the top of his Ray-Bans. “She does have a cat sitter, but the cat sitter has a family emergency, and she needs to fly home. Isla volunteered to step in and spend the next two weeks with Cid for us. That’s the part where you come in. I’m going to need you to get her set up at the penthouse. She’ll require a code, clearance with security, the whole nine yards.”
My dick likes this news a lot.
The rest of me? Not so much.
“Can’t Scorpion do it?” I ask, trying to pawn her off on someone else, even though the thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
She’s beautiful. Scorpion is likely to make a move.
“He’s busy with the Russians. There’s something brewing in their ranks, and I can’t have him distracted. I don’t need any shit going down on my honeymoon.”
