Page 117 of Nothing to Do

“I didn’t mean your phone call.”

Though it had gone on for quite a while. Long enough that their chauffeur driven car got them to the airstrip. Not even just the strip, a private jet sat there waiting, like in the movies. He’d said they’d have a flight, and this wasn’t close to how she’d imagined it.

The car door opened from the outside and Zane ushered her up the stairs into the sophisticated cream leather interior lined with dark woods and recessed lighting.

He helped her sit and she’d just done her seatbelt when the plane moved.

“You okay?” he asked, maybe noting the surprise in her eyes.

“I’ve just never… we sat down and then we were moving.”

Someone could have control over a plane that way?

He checked his watch. “We’re a little behind schedule, but we’ll make it up in the air.”

She licked her lips. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“What’s okay? The plane? It’s safe, Wanderer, I’d never—”

“The rehearsal dinner. Technically, I wasn’t invited.”

“You’re my plus one, you are invited.”

So just like that she’d have to face everyone in his life in one instantaneous dump of potential in-laws. Was it too soon to think like that? He’d done so well with her family, her sister, now she had to get it right too.

“Alessia’s a good sister. A little naïve maybe sometimes, but she has a good heart.”

He frowned. “Okay. Where did that come from?”

Nowhere she’d want to admit yet, so she brought the conversation back to them.

“And my competition?” she teased. “How did you get Revland to agree to giving me the afternoon off?”

“There are advantages to knowing a man’s alarm codes and security system.”

She laughed. “Ah, so it was blackmail.”

“He didn’t put up a fight.” Few people probably did. “You work hard, you deserve this time off.”

Though she had just come back from the island the previous weekend. “This time last week, I was on your island.” With the time zone mayhem, she didn’t want to work out if he’d been there too. “It seems like so long ago.”

“You can be there any time you want,” he said, resting a hand on her thigh. “You want to go back there after the wedding?”

“For a few hours?” The sand and the ocean would be worth the crazy heavy travel schedule required to get her back to work on Monday morning. “How did you really get Revland to cave?”

“Promised him a call with Mosaic CEO, Xavien Rourke.”

“You set that up?”

“Not yet, but I will. Rourke’s good at sussing people out and his wife is a mentor by trade. They’ll have a lot to talk about.” He quickly shifted. “I’m not leading the guy on. If you want me to divert any of our business to—”

“No, I appreciate it. I appreciate everything. This week’s been amazing.”

“And the month before it?” he said, his loose delight as confident as it should be.

Like it was in control, the conversation seemed to have picked its own moment.

“We haven’t talked about this. What comes next. We haven’t talked specifics.”

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