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“Doubt it.”
“Give it a few more years and it’ll be the most popular vacation destination.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, if you’re a millionaire.”
“My family is. And what’s mine is yours.” She took my hand, this time finding it on the first try. “Besides, Liam owes you for being such a pig. A trip to the moon would be a nice start.”
Giggling, I sat up. “Your phone has been ringing since we came out here. Maybe you should get it. Could be important.”
Pulling herself back into a seated position, she patted her pockets. “If it’s Liam, I’ll make sure he knows he owes you a trip to the moon.”
She eventually found her phone but couldn’t figure out how to answer the call before it stopped ringing. Staring at the display, she tried to unlock it with little success, then dropped it when it rang again.
Picking it up, I accepted the call when I saw it was Gunner, then held the phone out to her.
“Hey, honey munchkin. Wassup?”
I couldn’t make out what Gunner was saying, but it must have been good because Freya had a dopey smile on her face. But that seemed to be her normal expression around him.
She tilted her head back, squinting at the sky. “I’m not sure where we are.” She blinked up, then nodded. “But we’re standing under the moon.”
I giggled, then looked around to see if I could figure out what the bar was called. Because I had no idea where we were either.
“What do you mean, you’ll use the tracker on my phone to find me?”
I followed her as she stumbled to her feet and walked a slalom down the sidewalk.
She mumbled into the phone, then hung up. Her cheeks and nose were red from the mix of cold and alcohol, and her eyes were blazing. “He has a tracker on my phone, bracelet, all my handbags, and my shoes.”
“Who does?” My brain was foggy, and I couldn’t follow her.
“Gunner, of course.”
She walked to the closest wall and leaned her back against it. “I already found the tracker my brothers put on my car and removed it.”
I joined her, seeing the value in having something to hold us up. “They want to make sure you’re safe. Especially with what’s going on at the moment.”
Why am I defending her brothers?
A car door shut, and then Gunner was in front of us, pulling Freya in for a hug. “Never, ever do something so foolish again. You know you can’t leave the house by yourself. Someone out there is trying to erase your family. And that includes you, in case you’ve forgotten.” He buried his face in her hair. “I couldn’t bear to lose you.”
“But I wasn’t by myself. Quinn’s right here.” Her face was hidden in his chest, her words muffled, one of her arms pointing in my general direction.
Devon, one of Gunner’s men, came up to us, catching me when I stumbled into him. “Let’s get you home.”
He carefully led me back to their car, his touch gentle, his voice holding a tinge of amusement. “Looks like you guys had a good night.”
“The best,” I said, the defeated tone in my voice betraying my statement.
We slid into the car, Freya and Gunner in the back, me in the passenger seat, and Devon driving. He had to help me with my seat belt, because the buckle seemed to move every time I tried to click it in.
Once we were back at Gunner’s apartment building and in the elevator, I turned to Freya and hugged her. “I love you, Freya.”
Unable to take my sudden assault, she stumbled back into Gunner, and we ended up in a group hug, strong arms holding us up. “I love you, too, Quinny.”
“Nope. Don’t ever call me that again.”
Her small body moved with a chuckle. “That’s why it’s so much fun using it.”
