Rafi had been to a red carpet movie premiere once before—a not-half-bad teen drama that used a DK song on the soundtrack—but that had been at home in New York. Gunpowder was apparently going full traditional and premiering at the TCL Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles, which meant six hours on a plane with Julian.
“So, Julian Gault doesn’t have a private jet?” Not that their first-class accommodations were in any way uncomfortable, Rafi thought as he settled into his faux-leather recliner, but he wasn’t about to pass up the chance to tease.
Julian glanced up irritably from his book—not phone, not e-reader, but actual book, heavy enough to double as a weapon. “Uncle Eddie has a private jet. I’m sure he’s caught on by now that I’m not boarding it with him.”
“Especially if he’s checking his so
