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

ass.” Cain took a slow breath and looked at her. “You have no idea what you got yourself into, do you?”
    Liz took a sip of her wine. The taste exploded on her tongue, rich with plum and earthier flavors. She wasn’t a wine, or man, connoisseur by any stretch, but the wine and the hot male company were like nothing she’d ever experienced. Their banter was as intoxicating as the liquor. Raising her glass to Cain, she smiled. “Thank you for convincing my mom to relax, and yes, I’m getting the impression I’ve sipped more than I can swallow.”
    “Smart girl. Enjoy every hundred-dollar sip. You’re going to earn it putting up with his ass for a month.”
    The math had escaped her when the men were going at it; now the reality of Cain’s statement hit. She swallowed the wine and glanced at Ian. “Do you realize how many hungry mouths this could feed?”
    Ian nodded. “My philanthropic donations help me sleep at night.”
    “Every case and cause,” Cain scoffed. He headed toward the rear of the jet again and called over his shoulder. “I’m going to catch a few hours of sleep while we’re in the air.”
    “Sleep well, my friend.”
    Then they were alone. Liz took another sip and settled back into her chair.
    “He’s kinda got a dark-and-tortured thing going on, doesn’t he?” she asked.
    Ian shrugged. “He’s a great friend, but that stick has always been up his ass. Even when we were teens. I don’t think he knows how to relax. Actually, when we’re in the air is the only time I see him lighten up. He hangs in the employee area and sleeps.”
    The pilot announced their departure then, and in minutes they were gliding into the air in the smoothest takeoff she’d ever experienced. Not that she’d had much to compare it to. Ian was watching her, his expression confused. Takeoffs scared the shit out of her. For all she knew, he’d been talking to her the whole time.
    To hide her nervousness, she forced a smile. “Don’t laugh, but this is only the third time I’ve been on a plane.”
    “You’re kidding.” His eyes were wide, disbelieving.
    “No.” She gripped the armrest as the jet leveled off. “I was eighteen and I went to check out a couple colleges. I had a two-hour flight that wasn’t horrible, but my second flight was on a plane the size of a crop duster.”
    “The smaller planes are tough rides.”
    “Ya think?” She tried to relax. Talking helped. “I spent every second of the twenty-minute flight with my head between my legs ready to kiss my ass goodbye. Cross my heart. Never flown since.”
    “Are you nervous now?”
    “A little.” She hated to admit it.
    Ian nodded and started an expressive litany of all things fashion. He talked nonstop about Milan, Fashion Week and the parties they would attend. “It’s going to be crazy. In three days you’ll change into so many different outfits you’ll feel like you spent half your time naked.”
    Liz started to panic. Not from the flight. Hell, that paled in comparison to what she was facing. She’d barely had time to pack a few outfits, let alone something worthy of Milan. “I don’t have anything even remotely stylish. I’m going to blow our story in two seconds. No one is going to believe we’re together. I’m a frumpy cowgirl. What were you thinking bringing me?”
    The pilot announced that they were free to move about the cabin.
    Ian released his seat belt and leaned forward to take her hands. He looked them over. “I don’t want you to be nervous. You’re beautiful and sexy and seductive. While we’re en route, one of the attendants will take your measurements. Trust me when I say you’ll have a wardrobe ready for each appearance we have to make. The moment we land, you’ll be off to have a massage, a mani-pedi, a full spa treatment if you’d like.”
    “That’s going to cost a fortune.”
    “No.” He met her gaze, his expression serious. “It won’t. I don’t ever brag about my money. It always seems in