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“You aren’t going to believe this, but we’ve been upgraded. And no, I had nothing to do with it.” I handed the piece of paper to her.
Calla raised a brow.
I sat beside her. “Look, if I had, I’d say so. I swear.”
“My guess is Rile did this. Or Deck.”
“How?”
“If you don’t know how, I’m certainly not going to be the one to tell you.”
I had heard there wasn’t a firewall on the planet Decker Ashford couldn’t get beyond. If that included hacking into the airline, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
Once boarded, Calla insisted she preferred the window over the aisle, and we settled into our seats.
“Ms. Rey, Mr. Vaughn?” said the flight attendant.
“Yes,” I responded.
“This is courtesy of…” She looked at her phone. “The Invincibles?”
“Thank you,” I said when she handed each of us a glass and a bottle of Veuve Clicquot—my champagne of choice.
“This is my favorite,” Calla said when I poured a glass for each of us.
“Mine too,” I said, smiling.
“This answers the question of who’s responsible for the upgrade.”
“Decker?”
Calla shook her head. “Rile.”
I raised a brow. “What makes you so certain?”
“He knows,” she responded, pointing to the bottle.
I was well aware Rile was a happily married man. However, that he knew Calla’s favorite champagne irked a little.
“It’s actually his wife, Kenzie, who knows. She must’ve told him.”
I smiled and she studied me.
“Tell me you weren’t jealous.”
I shrugged a shoulder, clinked her glass, and sipped my champagne. If we polished off this bottle on top of the two drinks we’d had at the bar, we’d both be a little tattered when we landed three hours from now. A little drunk was okay. Shit-faced, like we both were the night we went to Raspoutine, wasn’t.
Calla’s cheeks turned pink. “I should’ve run this by you but when Rile asked me about accommodations, I told him we were traveling together.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond.
“We’ll be staying in a guesthouse on King-Alexander Ranch,” she continued.
“Okay.”
“It’s one of the smaller houses, so no one else will be with us.”
“Okay,” I repeated. Surely, given my education, I could’ve come up with something more or better to say, but I didn’t.
