Page 104 of Chloé

Chloé started laughing then. “Okay, okay, I won’t make him crack.”

“I understand the desire to,” Ethan said. “He’s lovely to torture.”

“Are you two trying to drive me crazy?”

Ethan placed a hand on his thigh and winked. “Not trying, succeeding, and if you manage to keep our secret, Z, I just might reward you for it.”

Chloé huffed. “That’s not fair. Now he’s never going to cave.”

Ethan eyed her in the rearview mirror. “I know.”

They were right. That promise, and that name, had Zayne’s mouth clamping shut like a vault. But luckily for him, they were almost there.

Ethan turned off the main highway and started to make his way toward the airport, and as they got closer, Chloé’s questions started up again.

“Are we going somewhere? Is that why you were talking to my fathers? You switched my shift, didn’t you?”

Zayne shook his head and pulled out the blindfold they’d stashed in the glove box earlier. “Nope. Nope. And nope.”

“Then what are we doing here?”

“Put this on.” He handed her the blindfold. “And you just might find out.”

Chloé looked at the black satin eye cover and arched a brow. “I’m not going to have sex as a plane flies over.”

“Good to know,” Ethan said, a wicked smile playing at his lips as he changed lanes. “But if you don’t put that on in the next ten seconds, you don’t get your surprise.”

“Okay.” She slipped on the blindfold. “You know I’m a sucker for a surprise.”

They did know that, and when her eyes were finally covered, Zayne leaned over and kissed Ethan’s cheek.

Then he whispered, “Let’s go surprise our girl.”

* * *

ETHAN PULLED INTO one of the designated parking spots and drew the SUV to a stop.

When Chloé had told them about Paris, she’d brought up some valid points and concerns over the fact that they had business and family they’d be leaving behind back here in the States.

He and Zayne had no problem with that, since for them it was the business side of things, and they would’ve had to manage something from afar no matter where they were living.

The family side of things, however, was a whole different story, and a delicate one at that.

They knew Chloé had been struggling with the idea of leaving her family behind, of the fact that if she moved to another country, she couldn’t just drive over to their house or see them when she went to work.

So, he and Zayne had come up with an idea that they hoped would help her adjust.

As they guided her out of the SUV and toward their final destination, Ethan opened the door and Zayne led her inside.

“Okay, Red, stand right here.” Zayne positioned her as Ethan moved to her other side. “On the count of three, you’re going to remove your blindfold.”

Ethan nodded then started counting. “One. Two. Three.”

Chloé reached up and pulled off the blindfold, and a loud gasp left her. “Oh my God.”

She brought her hands up to cover her mouth, her wide eyes full of disbelief as they scanned the private hangar they stood in, and the shiny new Dassault Falcon 900 jet that was parked center stage.

They’d had the crew decorate the space with hundreds of candles and flowers and French mementos, including flags and Eiffel Towers—there were even a couple of replicas of the Louvre.

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