He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed them, “yes ma’am.” He winked overtly, “it’s a turn-on by the way when you use my full name. We may need make our security ride in a separate car so we can catch up in the back seat.”
Her laugh attracted the attention of others in the airport and Carlos stepped closer.
“If you two are done behaving like a couple of teenagers, we need to get you past the throng of paparazzi outside and into the car.” He looked at Mackenna, “you will go with Nuncio.”
“No,” she stood her ground. “I am walking out there with my head held high, with my husband’s hand in mine and to hell with anyone. You want to keep them away from me, then find a way to back them up but I am not hiding my face in Nuncio’s shoulder. I am not. Also, this outfit is made to be photograph
