“Oh yeah? What’s the last fun thing you did?” he asks.
Constance cuts in. “Ms. McKenna, take the day off. We can call you if something comes up. We can manage half a day without you—and that’s a positive commentary on your success as our CEO.”
“Thanks, Constance.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to attempting to read Nick’s chicken scratch handwriting.”
“Good luck with that.” I laugh.
“No kidding. I’d have an easier time with hieroglyphics.”
The call ended, Thai tosses the phone onto the console and eyes me, grinning. “There you have it. We are officially off work.”
I frown. “So…now what?”
He laughs. “Anything we want.”
I blink, and then snort. “My mind is a blank.”
“Exactly.” He brightens, an idea clearly hitting him. “Do you still own that little helicopter?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, we do. I haven’t used it in a while, though. I was against the purchase to begin with. I thought it was frivolous and unnecessary.”
“But fun!”
“It’s scary. I don’t like it.”
He grins, gleeful and wild. “I’ve been wanting a ride in that thing since Dell first told me your dad bought it.”
“I’m honestly surprised you don’t have one of your own.”
He laughs. “I almost did buy one, a couple years ago. But then I remembered my experience with the yacht, and passed on it. My life has been too transient for it to make any sense that I maintain a crew or a pilot or anything.”
“Well, you’re not transient anymore,” I say. “If you like it that much, you might be able to get me to sell it to you. Friends and family discount, so I’d give it to you for half of what Dad paid.”
“Make the call, then,” he says. “Get it ready. We’re going on an adventure.”
I sigh. “Fine. Just don’t get me killed or arrested.”
He waves a hand. “Nah. Danger and trouble aren’t my jam.”
I laugh as I hunt through my contacts. “No?”
“I tried skydiving, and I hated it. Bungee jumping is a hard no. The most dangerous thing I actually enjoy is driving my McClaren at the track, and that’s not all that dangerous, since I’ve taken lessons from professionals on how to safely drive at high speeds.”
“But youaretrouble.”
“Sure. With a capital T. I just don’t love getting arrested—it’s only fun if you don’t get caught.”
I snicker. “So youhavebeen arrested.”
“Oh, for sure. Twice. Once for public intoxication and public nudity, and the other was a nuisance complaint that, um, spiraled.”
I find the number I’m looking for and make the call. “It’ll be ready in twenty minutes,” I tell Thai. “Now, I need the story.”
“Which one?” he asks, as he heads for the airfield.
“Both?”
