I jumped. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie. You look like you saw a ghost. Do you know that guy?”
“He’s Helicopter Valentini.”
“Who?”
“You know! The Valentini always in the ER,” I hissed. “Jesus, Raisin. I know we’re not tied to the mob like Cade and Lucas, but you should still know the who’s who of the city’s worst reprobates!”
“Yeah, yeah. So, maybe the upgrade’s a fate thing?”
If the Dramamine wasn’t slowing me down, I felt sure I’d— “Itcouldn’tbe Belle. She had no idea where our destination was.”
“Could be Ma or those walking penises we call brothers.”
“How could it be? They don’t have our booking reference!”
“Look, let’s not question our good luck. I wanna enjoy this.”
She was right.
For once.
But…
A niggle wormed its way into my brain.
Who’s who…
Mexican-style.
Mexico was a whole other ball of wax.
But I’d checked the state department’s website and Cancún was safe.
I wasn’t totally irresponsible.
And you couldn’t just upgrade someone’s flights. It wasn’t like going into a store with a freakin’ gift card?—
“Do you want me to get you a drink?”
Torn from my thoughts, I muttered, “Ma could have accessed my phone and found our reservation number.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Kitty. It’s Ma. Now,drink?!”
“Can you bring me some water?”
“Yeah. Right.”
“I took four Dramamine. If you don’t want me rolling out of here in a body bag, get me something soft.”
“THEY HAVE A HOT CHOCOLATE STATION!” Neev shrieked, drawing the eyes of the few occupants in the thankfully empty lounge.
Too confused and, well,highto bother being embarrassed, I managed to drag our stuff over to the nearest table, when Raisin wandered off—sansbags.
Tomorrow, I knew I’d question my sanity.
Today, medicinally addled and bewildered, I strode over to Custanzu Valentini, who was doing that sexy thing men did—elbows on his spread knees, revealing a thin sliver of very expensive sock. The position had his suit bunching in all the right places too…
