“I still don’t know how we got this lucky.” Ronan shook his head. “How’s Cope feeling about this weekend?”
“He’s good. I’m the one who’s a wreck.” Jude had a hard time sleeping the night before. His mind had been spinning with all the things that could go wrong on this trip. He remembered the cold reception Cope got when they visited with some distantfamily members ofTitanic’spassengers a few years back and didn’t want a repeat of that situation this time around, especially with their kids around. “How about you and Ten?”
“Same,” Ronan agreed. “Ten hasn’t seen any trouble coming our way, butallI see is trouble. Hundreds of people will be at the event this weekend. There are several hundred more who are staying at our hotel and don’t get me started on the regular tourists who are here to see the falls. It’s a security nightmare.”
Jude had the same worries. “All we can do is keep our eyes open and be prepared for anything. There are going to be a lot of psychics who are participating in the con, so the full attention of the crowd won’t be on Cope and Ten.” Jude was hoping they could fly under the radar, but had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that simple.
“Stop it, both of you,” Cope said, taking a seat across from Jude. “Nothing bad is going to happen this weekend. No one is going to try to abduct our kids, ruin our reputations, or steal kisses.”
“Kisses?” Jude asked, sounding offended.
Cope patted Jude’s shoulder. “Just making sure you were listening to me. Everything is going to be fine. Trust me.”
“I trust you with my entire being,” Jude said, laying a hand over his heart.
“It’s everyone else hedoesn’ttrust,” Ronan added.
“Are they still talking about security worries?” Ten asked, sitting beside Cope.
“Yup. We’ve got our own private Dudley Do-Rights.” Cope offered a wide grin.
“Are we gonna see Mounties?” Fitzgibbon asked. “Those red jackets and those weird black pants that bulge on the side of the thighs. Yee Haw!”
“Mounties make you hot?” Jude asked with a snicker. Men in uniform weren’t his thing, but to each his own.
“Damn, skippy. Man, I would have loved to fuck one wearing just his hat.” Fitzgibbon let out a low whistle.
“What did you say, Kevin?” Kaye asked, making her way toward the front of the plane.
“I was talking about a man in a hat driving a truck.” Fitzgibbon offered her his biggest smile.
Kaye’s left eyebrow shot up. “Uh, huh, and I’m the Queen of England.”
Ronan snorted and started to laugh. He stood and offered his mother-in-law a courtly bow. “Your Majesty.”
“Asshole,” Fitzgibbon muttered under his breath when Kaye made her way back to her seat. “Okay then, what group of people make you hot?” His attention was on Jude.
Cope snorted and started to laugh. “I know the answer to that.”
“No,notporn stars,” Jude said. The answer was dead on, but definitely not family friendly with Kaye lurking around.
“Okay, who then?” Cope asked.
“Construction workers in their tight fitting tank tops and hard hats. Oh, mama!” Jude let out a loud wolf call. “They could hammer, bang, screw and nail meallnight long.”
“Do you need some new tools Jude?” Kaye asked, carrying empty juice pouches to the trash can and grabbing new ones out of the fridge.
“No, ma’am. All of my tools are in fine working order.” How Jude managed to say that with a straight face, he’d never know. Kaye was a good Kansas Baptist, who’d probably only had sex in the missionary position. He wasn’t sure she’d ever heard of sex in terms like bang, screw, and nail.
“Glad to hear it, Jude,” Kaye said with a wink, indicating maybe she had known what he’d been talking about all along.
“What about you?” Fitz pointed to Ronan. “Who gets you hot and bothered?”
“My handsome husband, who at this moment is scanning me with his brain powers to see my real answer.” Ronan laughed when Ten let out and outraged gasp. “Tell me you weren’t trying to read me.”
“I don’t need to read you. I already know the answer.”
“Okay, Mr. Smartypants. Hit me with it.” Ronan crossed his arms over his chest and wore a look that said Ten was never going to get the right answer.
