Page 66 of His Prize
“Oh. Well, did you finally cut a deal with Rush Bank?”
I nodded. “We finalized everything a couple of weeks ago.”
She cocked her head. “Then, why in the world are we out here?”
I took her hand. “Because you look breathtaking in the moonlight.”
“The moon isn’t out tonight, Israel.”
I chuckled. “Can’t get anything past you, can I?”
“Are we about to have another conversation about my aunt and Brianna? Because I’m telling you, I can’t throw them out onto the street. I won’t do it.”
I squeezed her hand. “I’m over that. They’re your family, as much as you hate to admit it. And what you’ve done for them is a good thing. It was a step in the right direction for where you want to take the reputation of your family, and I support you in that.”
“So, you’re not upset anymore that they’re in the penthouse?”
“I was never upset that they were in it. I was only upset that you didn’t want to charge them any sort of rent to be there.”
She sighed. “I mean, we had to do something with that place once it was restored after the explosion. And I knew we wouldn't do anything with it other than maybe sell it. Or keep it to rent out.”
“Which I still think we should be doing.”
She slid her hand out of my own. “I’d rather the two of them be somewhere we know that is easily monitored than have them running around, mucking up our city and making our lives a living nightmare. At least this way, we can control some of what they do.”
I grinned. “Just don’t ask me to give them a job again.”
She pointed her fork at me. “I thought you would’ve liked having them close like that. Once your rivals, now your servants? That’s right up your alley, my love.”
“Well, maybe you’re rubbing off on me just a tad.”
She winked. “Maybe a bit more than a tad.”
Go ahead. Just do it.“But, you’re right. There is a reason why we are set up out here for dinner tonight.”
She smiled. “I knew it. You’re terrible at hiding things from me.”
“Am I? Or, do I do that on purpose?”
She paused. “We’ll go with ‘yes, you are’ for now.”
“Been a long day, huh?”
She sighed. “The longest.”
I reached into my pocket. “Then, I won’t prolong this anymore.”
She furrowed her brow. “What are those, honey?”
I slid the plane tickets toward her on the table before pulling a brochure out of my pocket. Her eyes fell to the tickets before I placed the brochure on top of them, showcasing white, sandy beaches and crystal-clear waters as far as the eye could see.
“Bora Bora?” Bonnie asked.
“What do you think?”
Her eyes found mine again. “Why do you have plane tickets if you own a private jet?”
My face fell. “Can’t you just go along with it for a second?”
