“No, I’m not.” I fluff my hair one more time.
“You should be.” He peers over my shoulder and fixes a couple of his own strands. “I am. You and me... the whole world is going to cream.”
I laugh and roll my eyes as I face him. A hand to his chest, I pretend to keep him at bay when he leans in to kiss my jaw. “Settle down. That might be a bit of a stretch.”
His phone chimes. He reads the screen. “It’s Rebel. He sent me a picture of the plane. It’s captioned... hurry the fuck up.”
13
Rebel
Rogue climbs out of the second vehicle we brought to the private airstrip—so we can transport the extra security Riot suddenly needs—and climbs into my passenger seat to wait for our youngest brother to disembark. “He’s a damned diva lately.”
“Following in your footsteps, huh?” I smirk.
“You think you’re funny. Trust the twin that actually has a sense of humor, you’re not,” he claps back.
“At least I’ve still got more than our eldest brother.” I swipe my thumb across my phone screen, making the images ofHermèsbags change. “Because it seems like West doesn’t have any.”
“Yes, well, I’m hopeful that when we get to know him better, he’ll lighten up a bit.” Rogue shrugs. “What are you looking at?”
“Present for Summer,” I say as a pink bag disappears and a mint green clutch appears. “Which one saysI hate how sick thispregnancy has you feeling? You deserve the whole damn world. I love you.”
Rogue leans over to snatch my phone out of my hand so he can scroll through the bags on the screen. He tapsadd to cartand hands it back to me. “Definitely that one.”
I finish the transaction and drop my phone in a cupholder. “Thanks for your help.”
“Everything going okay with you two?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I stare at the plane. “Doctor said she needs to take it easy and not do anything too strenuous.”
“That why she was up on a ladder last night?”
“You know her; she’s as stubborn as they come.”
“As you are, you mean.” He shoots me a quick grin. “Seems like she’s doing better, though. Perhaps you two just need some alone time to reconnect.”
“I don’t want to add to her plate,” I say. “She has enough on it with helping with the wedding. There’ll be time after.” I concentrate on the plane. Hurry up, little bro. “Why the last-minute addition? Did Riot tell you why he needs the extra security?”
“He was pretty vague about it. Said something along the lines of contractually obligated, yada, yada.” Rogue’s shoulders lift and fall. “We’re going to be late to the meet and greet brunch if he doesn’t move his ass.”
“I doubt it’s going to start without you.” I drum my fingers on the steering wheel of the rental car. It’s no Emmy—I miss my baby already—but I could hardly bring my iconic ride when every media hound knows her soft top and the shined-up chrome on her fenders by sight.
We’re all going incognito in an attempt to keep the media at bay, but I’ll be surprised if there isn’t a drone circling the ranch come Saturday morning. They’re already speculating that thewedding is happening this weekend thanks to someone clueing into our exodus from L.A.
Our rock star little brother who had to clear his gruelling schedule and take a private jet to get to the secret location won’t help keep us off the public’s radar.
Two beefy guys in dark suits and shades leave the aircraft. Behind them Riot exits looking like he’s king of the world. The usual black on black Chucks, jeans, and shades wardrobe is punctuated with a crisp white T-shirt.
He shrugs into his favorite leather jacket while he says something to the flight attendant who steps out with him. Taking a moment to sign something for them, he looks back inside the plane and extends his hand.
Kelsey steps out beside him, looking like a rockabilly pin up girl in denim capris, a cropped band T-shirt, and the tallest of red heels. Her hair is curled and pinned like some last century vixen.
“Did I tell you I caught those two going for gold in the dressing room at the Mojito on Ivy’s birthday?” Rogue smirks.
“What?” How did he manage to keep that to himself all this time?
“And that was after Ivy and I accidentally eavesdropped on an argument that ended in a kiss under the tree house.” He has a self-satisfied look on his mug. “While he and Rochelle were dating.”
