Chapter 15
Sasha
Carter asked me—let me rephrase that—Carter threatened me with a paddling to make me comply with going on the honeymoon before the wedding. He’s told me that with his new job, it’d be better to take off sooner rather than later; apparently the brotherhood’s busy season is coming up.
A honeymoon before the wedding isn’t conventional, but I’m okay with it. I guess.
Carter and I are flying via the family’s jet to a destination unknown. He’s even insisted that I wear a blindfold and earplugs during certain parts of the trip so that I’ll have no idea where we are until I step off the tarmac.
It’s thrilling.
But not as exciting as the suitcase of toys I caught him packing.
Yummy.
I can already picture myself, lying on a deserted beach, wearing a black string bikini, Carter massaging oil into my warm back.
Sigh.
Two workdays to go, then we are out of here. I can’t wait.
And I’ve got a little adventure planned for myself before we leave. One tiny stunt to pull before I become an official family member.
I’m going to prove something—but not that I deserve danger for the sake of adventure. The money from tonight’s job keeps five kids in college and keeps John’s program open while Brett’s estate is sorted. I know those kids. I know what that money means. And I also know I am fast enough to be useful.