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“Uh huh. How are we going to pay for it?”
Dante scooped me up. “Your grandfather has arranged everything.”
“And how does Dad feel about that?”
“He organized our transportation.”
“Which is?” I had people running up to me at the supermarket, gas stations and the nail salon to give me a hug or ask for an autograph. Like I was famous or something.
“A private jet will fly us to Kauai.” Dante gently brushed his mouth across mine.
“A jet?”
“Yes. Your grandfather got us a luxury condo on the North Shore. He also booked us a Zodiac boat tour around the Napali Coast, a sunset dinner cruise, and there’s snorkeling and kayaking.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a long, voracious kiss. “When do we leave?”
“Now.”
“What? I’m not packed or anything.”
Julie rolled my suitcase across the patio. “Everything you need is in there. Your mom is waiting in the Huey to take you to the airport.”
Dante headed for the helipad. “We can join the Mile High club, and we won’t have to do it in the bathroom.”
Julie laughed. “You’ll have the entire plane to yourselves.”
“Are you talking to Lucas yet?”
Her laughter died. “No.”
“Sorry.” Why was Lucas being such a jerk?
“It’s not your fault.”
Time to change the subject. “Is Sergeant Bergman okay with me taking time off?”
“He is.”
Dad was standing by the Huey. “You ready to go kitten?”
“I am.”
Dante dropped me on my feet.
“You take care of her,” Dad growled and shoved a handful of condoms into Dante’s hand. “The women in this family are very fertile.”
His eyes full of laughter, Dante nodded. “I had noticed.”
I wrapped my arms around Dad’s waist. “I can take care of myself, and I’m on the pill.”
“Good to know.” He kissed the top of my head. “Go. Have some fun.”
“We will.” I climbed into the helicopter and strapped into the co-pilot’s seat. Before I could say a word, the Huey shot into the air. Yikes, Dante was a white-knuckle flier.
I blew out a long breath. Mom still blamed herself for what happened. Putting the headset on, I keyed the mic, “Eric Roberts is dead. He can never hurt our family again. You are not responsible for that lunatic’s actions.”
“He could have killed you.”