"Nothing," I said innocently.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Savannah."
"Ugh, do you know what that tone does to me?"
"Don't distract me."
"You're the one being distracting. You tell men to kill with that tone of voice."
He blinked. "I don't!"
"You do." I sighed. "It's so hot."
"Jesus, little one."
Now that he was well and truly distracted from that smirk that spoke of the petty joy I found in going head-to-head with my brother, I reached over and bopped a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled my head against his shoulder.
"Let's sleep. It's not a long flight, and I know Mom will have dinner ready for us when we get there."
His hand stroked over my hair as he rasped, "How don't I scare you?"
"Because I know you'll never hurt me. In fact, I know you'll hurt yourself before you hurt me. I’m, like, the most dangerous woman in New York because of you."
He snickered. "You're probably right. Did you get the interview sent off?"
"I did."
There'd been a bidding war over my interview with Grainne, and I'd cleaned out.
I fully expected to be on TV again this Christmas, but not discussing the holidays, just my meeting with the most notorious madam in New York's history.
People were ready for a ‘tell all’ accounting on who her clients were; they didn’t realize that A, she was using a pseudonym so she didn’t end up getting Caponed like Heidi Fleiss, and B, it was more of a tell all on the realities of being a hooker in Manhattan.
"Topic aside, I had fun writing that," I told him. "It sharpened my skills because I had to write it without getting her into trouble." Plus, I’d gotten to look around Queens of Heart. That had been an eye-opening tour.
"Rex's Old Lady is her lawyer, isn't she?"
"Yup. I had everything triple checked with Rachel."
"Grainne won't be in trouble with the law?"
"Nah. I call her ‘The Madam’ and no names are mentioned. It’s all very cleverly written, if I do say so myself."
"Bupkis settle in okay with Bren and Camille?"
"Yup. She scratched him twice and adores Camille."
He chuckled. "Sounds about right."
I nuzzled into him for the last time, directing, "Sleep. We'll feel better."
He kissed my temple and relaxed into the seat. Surprisingly, I did too, and both of us were woken up by the attendant hours later, just in time for landing.
I yawned throughout the process, but it felt good to get out of the cold New York winter and to head into the warmer climes of the Florida Keys.
A limo waited for us on the tarmac of the private airport, and I stepped down the stairs, knowing all my stuff would be dealt with by the flight attendants and our guards.
Cade climbed into the front seat of our limo, and Mickey got into the car behind us.