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“You can use it whenever you’d like.”
She laughs. “Yeah. I don’t know if I could afford that. “
“Why do you think I’d make you pay? Just call and it’s yours as long as the family isn’t using it.”
Her eyes go wide. “You’re insane.”
“No.” I grab her hand and settle it against the zipper of my trousers. “Just insanely hard for you.”
“Dec,” she hisses, pulling her hand away. “There are people on the plane.”
“They’re employees, and they’re in the cockpit.” We move, solidifying my stance. “The plane doesn’t get used as much as it should. I’ve been telling Callum for years we should rent it out to companies when we aren’t using it, but he disagrees. Says we need it on standby.”
“Who on earth needs a plane on standby?” she asks.
I braid our fingers together and rest them on the armrest between us. “Men who are always getting into trouble and don’t know how to delegate. There’s been a few times we’ve had to get somewhere last minute. Could we have just gone and booked a public flight? Sure. But why would we when we have this bad boy on standby.”
She senses the sarcasm laced in my words and laughs. “Fine. You win. I guess it would be nice to have a plane to take you anywhere in the world with a simple call.”
“Yeah, I’ve been spoiled. Especially for business meetings. They only take up half a day instead of an entire one.”
“Why haven’t you been to Ireland, then?”
“I don’t know. Work keeps us pretty grounded.”
“What is work?” she asks.
I stifle through the list of options that are vague enough that she doesn’t pinpoint what I do but narrow enough she doesn’t feel the need to ask questions. “I’m in accounting.”
“Accounting? What does one in accounting do to fly around in a plane.”
“The plane is the Murphy’s. We, as a family, invest in different businesses. But my main position is in the financing business. I’m good with numbers.”
A line creases in her forehead, but she doesn’t ask any more questions, which I’m grateful for.
“How’s your head feeling?” I ask, trying to move on from the subject.
“Better today. My wrist is just sore.”
I nod. “You moved your hand to block your face.” I bring our hands to my lips and press a kiss on her wrist, where its swollen and bruised. “Rest your eyes, doll.”
Sammy yawns, then presses her head against my shoulder.
Chapter Twenty
“Heybuddy,”Isay,a smile plastered on my face when Max’s forehead comes into focus through the video. Dad peaks his head into view.
“Hi, Mom,” Max says.
“Sam?” Dad asks. “Is that a bruise? What happened?”
I sigh, rolling my eyes. “I’m fine. Just had a bit of an accident yesterday.”
“Oh, fuck. Are you okay?”
“Language,” Mom calls from off view, at the same time I say “Dad!”
“Well, what happened? Are you hurt badly? Is the car totaled?”
