Emily's POV
I blinked up at the massive private jet in front of me, its sleek black exterior gleaming under the morning sun. I turned to Joey, arching a brow. "Tell me again why we're at the airport?"
Joey slung an arm around my shoulder, grinning. "Because we're flying, Greenie."
I deadpanned. "No s**t, Sherlock. Flying where?"
Julian, standing beside me in his dark suit and sunglasses, exhaled slowly like he was dealing with a particularly dense child. "If we told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm not a fan of surprises."
Joey smirked. "Liar. You love them. You just don't like not being in control."
I scoffed, crossing my arms. "That's not true."
Julian leaned in, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. "Then get on the jet and pro
