Chapter Twenty-Five
AlisonI accept Nico’s hand as I make my way down the steps from the private jet to the tarmac. We’ve spent the morning flying cross-country to Kansas City. Well, actually the pilots did that. Nico and I were tangled up in the king-sized bedroom at the back of the plane. I never imagined myself becoming a member of the mile-high club once, let alone four times.
I’m relaxed enough, I’m tempted to invite Nico to our Not-Thanksgiving dinner. But only tempted, because I’m pretty sure all hell would break loose if I brought Nico home to meet my family. The problem is, every excuse I’ve manufactured has fallen on deaf ears.
“So you’re taking me home to meet your parents, right?” He says, kissing the back of my hand that’s entwined in his. “I want to see where you grew up.”
