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Especially when she has something to celebrate.
CHAPTER 13
JETT
For a while, I thought Miami would be my second home. I spent almost every summer of my twenties here. The beaches, the weather, the women... It’s a dream for any man looking for distraction. I even went as far as getting an apartment—one that’s sitting empty as I take up the executive suite of the same hotel where Fia’s staying.
Even the thought of being far from her makes my stomach quiver.
Pulling the sliding glass door, the ocean breeze hits me like a beautiful memory. On the small balcony couch, I scroll through my phone before dialing my brother.
When the line picks up, there’s some rustling on the other end before his voice clears the speaker.
“Hello?” he grunts.
“Uh, did I catch you at an inappropriate time?”
I smile out at the ocean, loving the uncomfortable pause he takes.
“You think I’d answer if it was an inappropriate time?” he says, sounding bored and unamused, as he usually is by my antics.
“I can’t ever be too sure. You’re newly adventurous, so anything’s possible,” I tease Duke, but I’m happy he’s lightened up. He wasn’t ever the class clown, but he certainly never steered clear of a good time. It wasn’t until my nephew’s mom left and took a version of my brother with her.
“What’s up, Jett?”
His fatherly tone takes over, which is standard.
“I had a question.”
“I might have an answer.”
As I sip the warm cup of black coffee I just made, I let the caffeine give me the boost I need to ask for what I want—since I’ve been too flustered to ask the source.
“Do you mind sending me the soul list?”
It’s standard that we keep a manifest on all our flights. Specifically for private, we make sure to obtain all details of our passengers, crew, and cargo, which is kept in the cockpit, but additionally, for private flights, we keep something called a soul list. It’s essentially our version of a manifest with more detail.
Phone numbers, addresses, emergency contacts, in the event something dire were to happen and we needed it.
It’s not often that we have to use it, which is why I’m taking the chance by asking my brother.
“What for?” His voice raises just slightly, panic creeping in.
“Just wanted to have it.”
“Is it an emergency?”
I can’t help but let out a small chuckle. Duke has loosened the reins significantly since meeting Sienna, but there are times when the old him still seeps through.
“Nothing like that. I just want to have it just in case.”
I can’t stop myself from sounding a little sleazy. If it’s not an emergency, there’s no real reason for me to have the soul list, other than for my own pleasure.
“Jett, please tell me you’re not fucking Haven Rivers. This is a huge contract for us.”
A breath of fresh air escapes my lungs in the form of a snort.
“You think I’m incapable of mixing business with pleasure? Oh, ye have little faith, Brother.”
