Nicholas
“What are you doing for Valentine’s Day?” Felice asks me as Michael hands me a beer.
“Uhhh, I don’t know Felice. Why? Do you want to be my Valentine?” I tease her and take a swig.
In reality, I am taking MacKenna to a cabin that I rented in Wisconsin. I have a plane meeting us at the executive airport, and then I’m driving us to the isolated location. There is no cell service or Wi-Fi, just a large fireplace and an even more massive bed. When she complained and asked me how we were going to pass the time, I whispered a suggestion in her ear. Her skin turned bright red, and she plopped a pillow over her face. “That’s not a bad plan.” I burst out laughing.
This week she is in New York for meetings with her publishing company. I wanted to accompany her, but I also had some long-s
