"Mr. Warwick? We're ready for you."
Chase was pulled out of his thoughts by the ticket agent for their little section of the airport. He gave her a tight smile and thanked her before turning to Emma. "You ready?"
She looked a little apprehensive as she stared beyond the windows to the private jet waiting forthem. "Are you sure this is safe? It seems like a small plane."
"Totally safe." He tried to reassure her by grabbing her hand and pulling her up from her seat. "You're going to love this."
"But I don't even have to take my shoes off to get on the plane."
"I know! Isn't it great?" he said giddily. "C'mon."
Emma turned to look at him and he gave her another one of those reassuring movie star smiles that seemed to put her at ease. She reached for her roller suitcase with one hand and reached for him with the other, and they strolled out of the doors to the waiting plane.
Chad the flight attendant beamed at Chase as they got to the plane door. "Hey, Mr. Warwick, nice to see you again! Pick your seats and we'll be taking off in a few minutes."
Chase stuck his hand out to shake Chad's and made sure to have a little bit of cash to slide him. "Can you bring some of your white wine and snacks to the back when you have a chance?"
Chad smiled at him and discreetly slid the cash into his pocket. Yes, Emma was going to be treating him this weekend as part of Nana's deal, but it was nice to feel like Chase still had some pull with his own money. That cash would guarantee that Chad would make sure they were taken care of while also giving them some extra privacy when they wanted it.
Chase walked down the aisle of the plane andjoined Emma in the seat next to her at the back, staring out the window.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked her.
Emma snapped out of her thoughts and turned to him, putting a smile on her face. "That I didn't have to take my shoes off and go through security to get on this plane."
"I told you it was great."
There were some things that Chase had become comfortably familiar with now that he was a big Hollywood star. Fancy soft sheets, gift bags packed with stuff he could totally afford but was getting for free anyway, skipping the line for dinner reservation. But there was something about renting a private jet that still felt special so he totally understood how Emma felt right now.
"Excuse my reach."
Chad put a chilled bucket on the table in front of them with a bottle of white wine and a cutting board filled with fancy cheeses and meats and olives. Chase was famished as he went straight from the set to the airport. Shooting ran a bit later than expected, but the nice thing about a private jet was that it would wait for him rather than trying to rush to make a flight.
"Not to bother you with business, Mr. Warwick, but the office said we would be charging this on a different credit card than usual."
"Oh, um, yes." He could hear Emma grab her back and start rummaging through it. "Let me see if I can find it for you."
Chase gently put his hand over her arm and smiled up at Chad. "My assistant is taking care of it."
"Sounds great, Mr. Warwick. I'll let the office know."
Chad gave them a smile and quickly turned back to the front of the plane, leaving the two of them alone with their fancy cheeses and glasses of wine.
"So you're sure Charles approved all of this?"
Chase honestly didn't give a rat's ass about what Charles thought of this, but he already had his assistant check for him anyway. He wanted to make sure this trip would help her get her inheritance.
"Marcus talked to him two days ago." She turned and gave him that small smile of hers that loomed large over his heart. "Charles approved it as long as I'm with you."
"As long as you're with me?"
Chase leaned in closer to her. "As long as you're with me," he repeated.
Emma's smile grew bigger just as the plane started taxiing from its spot and Chase couldn't help but watch her reaction as the plane took off from the runway.
There was no going back now. They were off to Vegas with Emma's credit card and a goal to spend lavishly or, in Chase's case, to spend as much time as he could with Emma.
He held his glass of wine up and dipped ittowards her. "To Vegas."
