Fly Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 4 Read Online Free

impeccably dressed servants spoke louder than the opulence surrounding her.
    She turned to look at Ian. “Whose plane is this?”
    “Mine.” He guided her forward, his hand at the base of her spine. “I’m independently wealthy. Don’t tell anyone.”
    She shook her head as he guided her into a seat. “I won’t. I swear.”
    Ian dropped into the seat facing her. “I was kidding. Trust me when I say the fashion world knows all and sees all, and anything it doesn’t know, it digs for. My money is old money. There’s no hiding that.”
    She sat down and settled back in the chair. The leather engulfed her and she burrowed into the soft material. They could lie back, kick out footrests and still not be in each other’s space. She instinctively ignored the money topic. If he chose to give her his story in the end, then she’d take notes. For now, she was going to enjoy the moment. “Oh, heaven. A girl could get used to this.”
    “You’d better,” he said easily. “This will be your home for the next month.”
    “Mr. Malcolm,” one of the attendants interrupted politely. “We’ll be taking off in ten minutes.”
    “Wonderful.” Ian hit a button that made his chair slide back to full recline. “Can I interest you in a glass of wine?”
    “I’d love one,” she admitted. “But I warn you, I don’t drink often. Between alcohol and these divine chairs, I’ll be asleep in no time.”
    “That’s fine. It’s a long flight.” Ian smiled at the attendant. “Since we are going to Italy, we’ll have the 1971 Giuseppe Quintarelli Recioto della Valpolicella Classico I’ve been saving. I called ahead for it to be opened. Tonight is a night to celebrate.”
    The attendant smiled and hurried away.
    “You paid almost a thousand dollars for that vinegar you call wine.”
    Liz turned at the deep, gravelly voice. A man approached from the rear of the plane, his gait rigid and almost militarily erect. He was built and rugged and imposing. Everything from his hair, eyes and presence screamed dark . He ate the space around them like a black hole. What hit her hardest was his intense stare. She got the feeling he didn’t like her. Looking away quickly, she snuggled into her seat.
    “Quit scaring my guest, Cain,” Ian snapped. “Pick on someone your own size.”
    “I commented on wine. What the hell?” Cain relaxed a bit, and she could almost see a ghost of a smile starting.
    An attendant appeared at her shoulder and poured two glasses of deep red wine from an elegant decanter. She handed one glass to Liz. “Here you are, miss.”
    Liz thanked the woman quietly, enthralled by the men’s conversation. “Dueling Banjos” kind of just popped into her head.
    “It was your expression,” Ian barked. “Save it for the actual threats in my life, not sweet little Southern gals like Elizabeth. I hardly think she’s a challenge for your superior bodyguard skills.”
    While Liz appreciated his protection, if this man was going to be around for any amount of time, she’d have to learn to deal with him. “It’s fine, Ian. He doesn’t scare me.”
    Cain shot her a dark look. “It’s my job to protect my friend. So long as you don’t have ulterior motives, there won’t be any reason you should be scared of me.”
    Liz understood. He was doing his job. She could respect that. “No worries. I’m just along for the ride.”
    He nodded and turned to Ian. “Her passport is up to date and I gave her mom all the cell phone numbers and a detailed schedule of events. She even has links and dates so she can watch her daughter on TV. The jet has been checked and we’ll meet security when we land. Anything I need to know?”
    “No.” Ian winked at her and sipped his wine. “Did you get laid while we were in Texas?”
    “Several times,” Cain stated blandly.
    Ian shot her a devilish look. “Must not have been great since you’re still grumpy.”
    “If you offer your personal services again, I’m gonna kick your