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I sat up a little straighter in my seat and looked over my shoulder, wondering how in the hell Ace knew what I was doing. I scanned the low-lit interior, where a brightly decorated tree graced one corner, and tinsel and twinkle lights lined the bar. That was when I saw Tate holding his phone up, grinning at me.
“Tate texted you.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I narrowed my eyes on my husband, who clearly knew me well enough to call in reinforcements. “I don’t know why you won that award last month for best actor. You can’t lie worth a shit.”
“And you are totally predictable. Do you really think I needed Tate to text me to know that you were trying to dream up ways not to come out here? It took the bribe of a free stay in Cabo—all expenses paid—to get you to my damn bachelor party.”
Tate started back in my direction, a glass in each hand.
“You’re lucky there’s someone other than you that is really looking forward to this trip.”
Ace chuckled. “Uh huh. Tell Tate we’ll see him tomorrow. Dylan’s looking forward to it. And Logan?”
“What?”
“Have a safe flight.”
I opened my mouth, about to tell him not to jinx us, but the smug fucker had already hung up. Really, the guy had access to his very own private jet. Why the hell we were always the ones flying to see him, I had no clue. Next time we got together, he could come back to Chicago.
“Everything okay?” Tate handed me my drink and then moved to take his seat.
“Other than the fact that I have a scheming husband? Yes, I’m just fine.”
Tate propped his ankle on his knee and shrugged. “It never hurts to call in reinforcements.”
“I see. Well, don’t think there won’t be repercussions for your little…deception.”
Tate’s lips tipped up in a wicked-hot smirk. “Oh yeah?”
I slowly lowered my gaze over his relaxed frame and felt my cock throb at all the delicious ideas that came to mind. “Count on it. I have hours now to think up a suitable punishment. And Tate?”
“Yeah?”
“The first thing you’re going to do when we get to our hotel room tonight is grovel at my feet.”
Tate’s eyes dropped to my lap, and I didn’t even bother trying to hide my erection. Then he licked his lips and raised his dark eyes to mine. “Can’t fucking wait.”
Three
Priest
“ALL RIGHT, OUT with it, you two. You said you’d tell me where we were going once we got to the airport.”
Julien and I placed our suitcases by one of the ticket kiosks and looked to our young husband, who was watching us with narrowed eyes. All week Robbie had been employing every trick up his sleeve in an effort to get us to tell him what we had planned for this little surprise getaway, but so far we’d managed to resist.
“No, I said you’d find out once we got to the airport. It’s not my fault you haven’t worked it out yet.”
One of Robbie’s perfectly manicured eyebrows rose as he eyed me closely, then he turned his gaze on Julien, who stood close-lipped beside me.
“It is so your fault. The two of you are like Fort Knox. Just when I think I get through one door I bump right into another.” Robbie pouted. “I hate it when you two gang up on me.”
“Now, now, princesse, there’s no need to lie,” Julien said beside me. “You love it when Joel and I…gang up on you. At least you did this morning, non?”
My lips twitched as Robbie crossed his arms and really tried to ramp up his indignation, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. We knew our princess all too well, and if there was one thing Robbie loved, it was a surprise—and this one was going to blow his mind.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” He angled his pointy little chin in Julien’s direction. “And trying to distract me with memories of you two all naked and sexy—nope, it won’t work.”
I chuckled. “Okay, so no talking about how I can’t wait to taste that pouty mouth of yours again really soon.”
“Not unless you tell me where it is you’ll be tasting it.”
“In that case, I guess we’ll just think about it, and you can keep pouting about it.”
I went to turn away, and Robbie took my arm, halting me. As we faced off with one another, he took a step forward and moved his hand to my waist. I gave him a pointed look as the handsy minx slowly slid his palm to the back of my jeans, and when his fingers slipped into my pocket, he pulled my wallet free.
“Find out for myself, huh?” Robbie brought my leather billfold up between us and batted his lashes. “Okay. Well…I think our flight confirmation number is on a Post-it note tucked nice and neat in the money compartment here. Just like when we go to the movies.”
