Neev patted me on the shoulder. “Your gift-giving game used to suck, sis, but as I said, this makes up for it. We’re going to Cancún, bishes!”
I rolled my eyes as we walked through security, not getting stopped even though I knew Neev had forgotten half the stuff she was supposed to take out. She always did. Andalwaysended up getting her bag raided like she was a criminal.
But not today.
While none of this made any sense, upon entering the lounge, I decided to throw a ‘fuck it’ to the wind. We’d kept our ultimate destination a secret, fully aware that Lucas and Cade would spoil our fun.
Suspicious Kitty would return when I was back at work, but now brother-free, we were going to “La Bamba” the nights away.
Raisin’s eyes practically glowed. “Is that a free bar?”
“Yeah, but they won’t let us board if we’re rowdy.” I elbowed Neev. “Which means you can have two vodkas and nothing else.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “We both know I can handle my vodka better than you, Ms. Two Shots And I’m Anyone’s.”
“That isn’t the burn you think it is,” I called to her back as she wandered over to the food, literally leaving us in the entryway of the lounge to carry her shit over to a table.
“She sucks. Why did we bring her again?”
“She’s lucky we love her.” Chin tilted high, Raisin scoped out the space. “My god, it’s awesome here.”
I tugged on her hand before she could rush over to the bar, leaving me with her bags too. “Raisin, I didn’t pay for the upgrade.”
Okay, so that ‘fuck it’ had faded once I saw howcalmthis place was. Dark, too. Relaxed. Everyone looked rich and like they belonged as they strolled between clusters of leather armchairs with their designer carry-ons topped with spendy purses sporting jaunty silk scarves and red-soled mortgage payments on their feet.
“Of course you did.”
“I didn’t,” I denied.
“Then, who did?”
I knew a lot of rich people, but none of them who’d do this. Maybe Currau? But hell, he didn’t know how to work the smart TV in his room, never mind a credit card?—
“Belle?”Our sister-in-law.“She’s loaded.”
I bit my lip. “But we didn’t invite her…”
“That’s only because she’s married to our brother, duh. She smirked when we told her the married woman would cramp our style with all the sex we’d be?—”
“Excuse me.”
Both of us jumped out of the way, but I was the first to apologize. “Sorry—” I blinked when I saw whose path we’d blocked.
His gaze glanced off me as he strode into the lounge, an atrociously expensive, monogrammed overnight bag slung over his shoulder, but the scowl on his face was louder than a thunderstorm before a tornado hit the city.
“Wow, he’s hot,” Raisin mumbled. “And angry.”
Yeah. To both.
Seeing him out of a hospital setting confirmed what my eyes had told melongago.
The fact he was also pissed off only added to the smoke eddying from hisears.
I swallowed.
Maybe thiswasCurrau setting me?—
“Kitty? You okay?”
