Page 27 of Secrets on Ice

“Is it far from the wedding?”

Nate shakes his head. “Not by private plane.” He smirks.

“Are you saying that we could go?” Bouch asks softly.

“It is something that I can arrange. You will need to get tested by our medical staff, and you will need to sign a million NDAs. I am strict on the rules, even though technically I’ve broken them by telling a plane full of people.”

“We won’t tell anyone,” Nelly adds.

“No, I promise,” Bouch agrees.

“From what you were saying, you are having problems having fun with women you can trust. On my island and at my clubs you can play with as many women as you want and not one of them wants anything more from you than sex.”

“My brain has exploded,” Bouch says as he looks at Nelly who seems shell-shocked.

Nate then goes on and explains everything about this club, and I’m not going to lie, I’m a little curious. He’s selling me on it.

The cabin door opens, and the warm Caribbean air rushes inside.

"Now ..." Sam says, pointing at all of us. "Remember, this isn't spring break, behave yourselves."

We laugh as we make our way down the stairs onto the tarmac where the heat hits immediately. It's warm, salty, and somehow already feels like a holiday.

"This ..." Bouch says, stretching his arms above his head, "... is much better than New York."

Staff are waiting with cold towels and drinks, and I take one gratefully. "Welcome, Mr. Sullivan."

"Thanks." I glance across the tarmac to where Emmett and the guys are being picked up by golf carts.

“Hey, babe,” I hear Nate call out as he walks over to a gorgeous blonde and kisses her.

“I’m working,” she chastises him, but she doesn’t look angry at all.

Am I going to be surrounded by lovey-dovey couples for the rest of the week? It’s lucky Cassidy and Ember didn’t come, this would be hell for them. My mind wanders to the girls as I pull out my phone.

Sully: Arrived safely.

Cassidy: Good, have fun.

Sully: Wish you were here, but it’s lucky you’re not, too much love.

Cassidy: Poor baby, no single ladies, I take it?

Sully: I’m not looking to hook up. I’ll leave that to Bouch and Nelly. Just wanted to check you were okay?

Cassidy: I’m fine. We’re fine. We ordered pizza, finished another pint of ice cream, and watched enough crap movies for a lifetime.

Sully: I can jump on the next commercial flight if you need me to.

Cassidy: No! We’re good. Now piss off, we’ve started another movie.

Sully: Enjoy.

A fleet of golf carts arrive moments later.

“Welcome to Issy and Pierre’s wedding. I’m Kimberly,” the cute blonde with a southern drawl says.

“And I’m Camryn. We’re the wedding planners. These golf carts will take you to your bungalows. Your luggage will already be there. We have a welcome dinner tonight at seven in the main dining hall, your guide will point it out. Welcome, and we hope you enjoy the weekend.” She smiles as Nate grabs her and pulls her away from the group.