Page 70 of Bound To Be Mine

Adrian stood, straightening his wrinkled shirt. “Pack your bags. We’re going to LA.”

I stared at him. “We?”

“Not me,” he said quickly. “Elizabeth would kill me if I left her alone with Bucky for more than a few hours. But you. You’re going to LA. Tonight if possible.”

“Tonight,” I repeated.

“Strike while the iron’s hot,” Dash said. “Besides, don’t you want to see your wife?” He waggled his brows just in case I didn’t get the gist of what he was saying.

“For how long?” I asked.

“Few days, maybe a week,” Adrian said. “Long enough to get the initial campaign materials done and make sure you two can actually work together without killing each other.”

“We can work together,” I said.

“Can you?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Because from what I remember, you two were at each other’s throats in that first meeting.”

“That was before.”

“Before you married her?”

“Before I got to know her,” I corrected.

The three of them exchanged glances. I didn’t like the looks on their faces.

“What?” I demanded.

“Nothing,” Dash said, but he was smiling. “Just interesting to hear you say that.”

I stood, gathering the files on my desk. “If I’m leaving tonight, I need to get some work reassigned. I’ve got a lot on my plate. Some stuff I can handle remotely, but I can’t just up and leave. Who’s covering my depositions?”

“I’ll handle them,” Sebastian said. “You just focus on your wife.”

There was that word again. Wife. It still felt strange, even though I’d said it myself multiple times now. Even though I’d had sex with her.

“I’m sorry, when did you go to law school?” I asked.

He grinned. “I mean I’ll coordinate with the legal team to do the law stuff.”

I hesitated for a minute. “You know what, I’ll just make sure to check in with them every couple of hours.”

“Hey, I’m not an imbecile.”

I gave him a look that said I didn’t believe that in the slightest.

“You’re going to be with him,” Adrian said. “I’ll handle things here.”

“Please tell me the jet is available. You punished me with the flight to Vegas once already. I don’t need to experience that again.”

“Oh no. The horror of commercial.” Sebastian laughed as he said it.

“I’m sorry, when’s the last time you flew commercial?” I turned to look at Dash, who had laughed as well. “And I know you never do.”

“Alright, alright, busted,” Dash said. “I’ll call the pilot. We should be ready to leave in a few hours.”

“Fine. I’ll meet you guys at the hangar. Now go away so I can get this done.”

“This is good,” Adrian said. “I’m loving the idea of this campaign. Wasn’t planned but it’s going to work well.”