Page 53 of Well Aware

I’d never officially met them, but I’d seen Mr. Vanderbilt several times in passing. Seraphina, I’d only seen in town. And the only reason I’d known it was her was due to the fact that she’d gone out to eat, racked up a thousand-dollar bill, then hadn’t tipped.

She’d then sped out of the parking lot and hit a lamp post on her way out.

“Here.” Seraphina tossed the keys at the team manager. “Get this taken back to the airport. You can take a commercial flight home.”

The team manager let the keys hit him in the chest and fall to the ground.

He stepped over them, then loaded the bags into the cargo hold.

“Let’s get inside,” Beau murmured as he picked Iris up and walked her into the plane.

Iris didn’t complain, but I could tell she wanted to walk herself.

My little girl didn’t protest, and went, glaring at Seraphina as she moved.

“Did you not hear me, boy?” Seraphina snapped.

I ignored everything that was happening and headed to the plane.

I was one of the last of the team to find their seat, which luckily was next to Beau of all people.

Iris was in a seat next to an empty seat that Courtland had occupied on the ride over.

Weaver and Eddie sat together, followed by Boone and Nettie.

There was a commotion outside the plane, which had Beau standing up and heading outside.

I snuck forward in my seat so I could peer out.

“What’s happening?” Eddie asked.

“…there is room! This is our team plane!” Seraphina snarled.

“There isn’t room,” Beau argued. “There’s literally two seats left. One for Court. One for the team manager.”

“Well, then kick some of those husbands that shouldn’t be here off.”

There were eight husbands in total.

All of them had to pay for their seats on this plane, as per our contract. They could come, but they couldn’t come for free.

“I’m getting on that plane,” Seraphina snapped. “Or I’ll ground this flight.”

“Get in, Mack,” Beau ordered. “You, too, Court.”

The two men got onto the plane, Mack looking flustered.

Court took the seat next to Iris, and I said, “Are you okay sitting next to her?”

Court jerked his head. “She’s a real bitch. I can’t wait to fuck her over next year.”

My lips quirked.

“Language,” Iris ordered.

“Sorry, kid.” Court chuckled.

She signed something that had me bursting out laughing.