“Yup.”
We laughed.
“What are you most looking forward to seeing, pretty girl?”
“Not what. Who. Sienna. I’m sure London is fantastic, but I miss my friend, Jack.”
“I’ll bet she feels the same way.”
“What are you looking forward to?” I asked as I brushed my hand over his wrist.
“My first Christmas with you.” Jack captured my smile with his lips and kissed me slowly, his wiry beard tickling my chin. “And another one with Royce.”
“It’s my first Christmas with all of you. The first one I’ve been enthusiastic about since Alex died.”
Jack took notice of my slight sadness. “He’d be happy for you, right?”
“He would.”
It was the truth. Though he’d understand my grieving period, Alex would’ve hated the shell of a person I’d become in the past few years and would have been overjoyed that I’d finally embraced life again, even if it was a crazy, high-flying one with six men.
“I remember him from the beach, but I didn’t know him like Royce did. From what little I saw and from what you’ve told me about him, he sounded like a good guy.”
“I seem to be attracted to good men.”
We gathered the rest of the money as Eric set his dumbbells down and sniffed the air. “Whatever the hell Harris is cooking, the smell is making my stomach rumble.”
“Mine, too,” I admitted. “I wonder how many inflight meals we get on this trip?”
Eric chuckled. “However many you want, sweetheart. You’re not flying coach. Think of this thing as your home in the sky.”
“You’re not allowed to eat a thing!” Harris’ voice bellowed. “Not until after you eat what I’m making.”
I went to hang in the doorway of his small, sleek, black and white galley kitchen. It was dubbed as ‘his’ because Harris always claimed any kitchen as soon as he walked into a place.
“What is it you’re making?” I peered across where seven plates were sitting and noticed some sort of crepe on each one.
“Mushroom crepes. Now, get out of here and let me do my work, princess.”
“What are your plans for London?”
“You’re my plans for London.” He sent me a heated look but then shrugged. “Well, you and I want to inspect a few spaces to set up an Oblivion under my British pal there.”
“You’re totally keen on these international plans of yours. First Tokyo, now London. I’m proud of you, chef.”
“Thank you.”
“Any plans to expand to the East Coast?”
Harris narrowed his eyes at me. “Are you angling for a trip to New York City?”
I tried to act as nonchalantly as possible. “What about Australia and the rest of Europe? Another one in Asia?”
Harris abandoned his cooking for a moment and slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me into the space. “I can fuck you in every place on the planet if you want me to. Because you will be coming with me to every grand opening, princess. I’ll always need a dishwasher.”
I slapped his chest at his mention of the way we met.
He laughed and kissed me playfully. “Do me a favor?”