Page 99 of Priceless
“I don’t think we have mango juice, but I’ll make sure we have it next time.”
Micah appeared, leaning down to kiss the top of my head before heading to the cockpit and speaking a few words. “Buckle up,” he said, sitting with Everett. “We’re off.”
“Where are we going first?”
“A surprise.”
I pouted. “Still?”
Anna appeared with my Bellini, distracting me. Now that was good. “Thank you.”
“How were your aunt and uncle?” Everett asked, far too casually.
“Fine.”
He raised an eyebrow, and all I did was take another sip of the drink. Anna disappeared, and Micah stood to help buckle me in. “I can do it.”
“Then I wouldn’t get to touch you. Or look you in the eye and see if you’re lying.”
“It’s not important. I promise.”
He gripped my chin with infinite gentleness and made me look at him. “Everything is important when it comes to you.”
Throwing back the rest of the drink, I gave him a look that made him laugh. “Frank really doesn’t like the three of you.”
“We could have told you that,” Cam said. “I doubt his new nickname helps.”
“Nickname?”
“Uncle-in-law.” He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. “He hates it.”
I couldn’t laugh with his lips so close to my skin. The plane started to move, and all I could think about was that he was so close and we couldn’t do anything while the plane was taking off.
“He’s trying to screw you over, but I don’t know how?”
“Not surprising,” Everett said. “He’ll have a hard time.”
I swallowed. “When he told me about the marriage and offered me the deal, he told me that I was going to help him take over your company from the inside out. But the papers he made me sign didn’t say anything about information, and I was never planning on helping him. I swear.”
Everett leaned forward on his knees, eyes glinting with interest. “Now that’s fascinating. He wanted to use you? What did he ask for?”
“Just numbers of everything for the last couple of years. He wouldn’t tell me what they’re for. Do you know?”
He shook his head. “I don’t. But that actually helps us, nymph, thank you.”
“You’re not angry?”
Cam looked at me. “Why would we be angry?”
“For even talking to them about it. For pretending like I might help so they would leave me alone.”
We started down the runway, the plane picking up speed and launching into the air. My stomach hollowed out, and I ducked into Cam’s side. The armrest on these chairs didn’t move, big and cushy as they were, but he slid his arm around me as best he could. “You okay?”
“I don’t fly much. Takeoff always makes me nervous.”
“We’ve got you,” he said, purring. “You’re safe, I promise.”
No one said anything else until we were well into the air and finally leveling out. A small chime sounded overhead, and they relaxed. Everett unbuckled his seatbelt and came straight to me. “To answer your previous question, little nymph, no, we’re not angry. In fact, it’s perfect. Because now you can help us, if you want. We would never force you. But there’s definitely something going on with Frank, and possibly a man we work with named Joseph. So knowing he wants numbers gives us a little clue. Thank you.”
