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Silas lifted his head. “You have a private plane?” He cocked his head and then nodded. “Of course, you have a private plane. You’re going to be the king.” Then he looked seriously at me. “Do you fly it, too?”
I grabbed a glass of water and popped some painkillers.Americans. “God, no. I have no aspirations to become a pilot. I’m not Christian Grey.”
Erin burst out laughing, but the guys just stared at me in confusion.
I met Erin’s eyes and grinned. “At least you got it.”
She nodded and we ate in silence for a while, then Ray entered the dining room, dressed in casual jeans and a fitted, black shirt.
“Good morning, all.”
His tone was cheery, not the least bit hung over. We all groaned in unison, the song of overindulgence.
Ray chuckled and walked around the side of the table to stand next to Erin. “Drink a little too much last night, did we?”
She stared up at him. “Oh, yeah. Definitely not the way to start a vacation.”
Ray glanced down at his watch. “The plane leaves in a few hours, which means we should start heading toward the cars. The private airport is about an hour out of town.”
A stupid oversight on my behalf. The commercial airport was closer.
“Are you coming with us, Ray?” Erin asked, glancing from me to my security guard and back again.
Ray tilted his head and smiled at her—only at her. “Of course.”
“Of course?” Silas repeated, pulling himself to a stand, panting like it took everything in him to get to his feet. “Why of course?”
“Because he’s my personal security,” I explained.
Silas wrinkled his nose. “Really? You don’t really look like security.” Then he gave Ray a once-over that only a man with a death wish would think was appropriate.
I got to my feet too. It was time to leave. “Thus, his appeal.”
“Don’t worry, Silas,” Ray said with a sly smile. “I won’t cramp your style.”
“Just keep your clothes on,” I told Ray with a glare before turning to the others and explaining, “Ray tends to hog all the attention at the beach, pool, or wherever you are.”
Erin got to her feet, unstable, tumbling into Ray, who steadied her.
She stared up at him. “You know, you look more like Henryk’s personal shopper.”
A laugh burst out of Ray, a man who didn’t laugh. Hell, he’d very rarely smiled until Erin got here. Now his grin might well have been painted on his face for as often as he was flashing the damned thing. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She grinned. “You should.”
I wasn’t quite sure how “personal shopper” could be taken as a compliment for a man with as many skills as Ray, but I didn’t bother questioning it any further. I just followed the others out of the dining room, along the hallway and into the car waiting for us outside the front entrance.
The four of us slipped into the back of the stretch limo, while Ray chose to sit up front with the driver.
“Anyone need any ADVIL?” Erin asked, holding out a white bottle.
Both guys nodded, took the tablets and washed them down with some water from bottles on offer in the limo.
Erin was sitting next to Silas, whose neck tattoo caught my eye. He looked like a guy you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley at night, or so the saying went.
“How many tatts do you have?” I asked him.
Silas met my gaze and ran his hand over his buzz cut in an already-familiar way. “A few. Why?”
