With Elizabeth, they weren’t taking chances. After all, the men had watched Salem, die in a limo explosion, and Elizabeth nearly got her brain scrambled.
As the jet took off, they were up and flying into the clouds when Millie opened the door between where the crew hung out, and the private part for the family.
“You can move around. We’re good,” she said.
He did just that.
“Terrific. I’m going to go see what Elizabeth left for me, and take a nap.”
She smiled.
“Good plan, Mr. Cantrell. If you need anything, just knock on the door,” she stated, and then closed the door again for privacy.
Oh, he would.
As he headed back to the bedroom, he stopped in the galley first, and inside the refrigerator, he found some cold beer.
God.
He needed this.
It had been a day. Since it was late afternoon, he wouldn’t feel bad for having one. It was past five o’clock somewhere.
Cracking it open, he leaned there, and chugged his beer. That helped calm him down, a bit.
Well, it was time to see what she got him, and chill out for the few hours it would take to get to DC.
Putting his hand on the keypad, it read his print, and unlocked.
“Welcome aboard, Gene Cantrell. We hope you have a good flight home. We will be landing in less than three hours. Please make yourself comfortable,” the computer system offered.
This jet had been tricked out for Elizabeth.
MATE was riding shotgun, apparently.
“Thanks, Zen. I appreciate it. Wake me an hour before we land,” he said. “I want to shower before I head home.”
Yeah, he wanted to get the stink of his ex off of him before he saw Ethan.
“It would be my pleasure, Gene.”
“Thank you,” he said, as the door slid open, and there he saw his surprise.
Sitting on the bed was none other than his sexy man.
“EJ?” he asked, caught off-guard. “You’re supposed to be at home.”
Ethan stood.
“And did you really think that I’m not going to ditch security, fly here, and be waiting for you? I planned to be here to steal you back from Tommy if you didn’t intend on coming home,” he admitted.
Gene blinked.
“Uh, he can’t steal me away. I’m yours,” he said, opening his arms.
As the door closed behind him, Ethan was against his body, and clinging to him.
After what happened inPhiladelphia, his man had been shaken up pretty badly. He tended to need to be near him, or Elizabeth.
