Emmett chuckled and gave a one-shouldered shrug.“Perks of traveling with a Price.”
“I’ll say.The extent of my limo experience is prom night.”
“Oh, really?Was it an eventful prom night?”
“Tommy Lawson touched my boob, which—for me, at the time—wasveryeventful.”
Emmett snorted and shook his head.
“I can’t believe I’m really here.”I looked out the window as our driver pulled away from the airport, taking in every moment.
Emmett winked and nudged my shoulder.“Stick with me, babe.It only gets better from here.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EMMETT
“Mind taking the long way,Eddie?We’ve got a first-timer back here.”
The streets of London stretched before us as our driver made the last bit of the drive from London City Airport.Callie pressed her face to the window, eyes wide with wonder.
Eddie’s response crackled through the speakers.
“Absolutely, Mr.Price.”
Callie turned to me with unrestrained joy.Then she let out a tiny squeal and resumed gaping out the window.Seeing the city through her eyes made me appreciate it in a way I hadn’t for years.Unlike my sister, I tried not to live a life of excess.The only time I truly splurged was when I traveled.If I had to go without the comforts of home, I could at least enjoy the comforts money could buy.
Suddenly, I was anxious about what Callie would make of all the luxuries she would experience on this trip.Then I was distracted from my thoughts by another squeal.
“Emmett!It’s Big Ben!”She turned to me with a brilliant smile.“Thank you for bringing me.Seriously.This is amazing.”
I brushed a stray hair from her face.“The pleasure is all mine.”
Westminster Abbey and Buckingham Palace were both met with shrieks of excitement as we drove past.All the while, a single thought ran through my mind.
I’m in love with her.
Finally, we pulled up to the curb in front of The Berkley.The penthouse suites overlooked Hyde Park, which, given that it was only March, didn’t look that spectacular right now.But in the spring and the fall, they provided quite a view.
Eddie opened the car door and offered Callie a hand to exit.While the bellhop went to the trunk to gather our luggage, I ushered Callie out of the cold and into the lobby of the hotel.
“Welcome back, Mr.Price!”
“Hi Becks.Good to see you.”
The manager of the Berkley was likely in her mid-thirties, dirty blonde hair pulled back in a bun.She smiled at me with bright white teeth bracketed by fire-engine red lipstick.I’d always thought Becks was attractive, ever since the first time I stayed here five years ago.We instantly hit off, but she was in a serious relationship.Now, she was married and had two babies at home.
She rounded the check-in desk and gave me one of those air-kisses the Brits love so much.“We’ve got the Knightsbridge suite all sorted for you.Will that do the trick?”Her eyes moved to Callie, standing a few paces behind me.“You brought a guest.”
When I stayed here, the only people who usually entered my penthouse were the hotel staff and Eddie.I had been to London a few times with Meghan and Wick, though never both at the same time.And those two preferred more lavish accommodations.Meghan liked to spend her money, and Wick liked to spend mine.
I smiled at Callie and motioned with my head for her to join me.“Becks, meet Callie Winters.Callie, this is Rebecca Aston, manager of The Berkley.”
“Lovely to make your acquaintance, Miss Winters.You’ve got yourself affine gentleman here.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, as well, but I’m not?—”
I cut off Callie’s protest by sliding an arm around her and pulling her into my side.She clamped her mouth shut and scowled.
