Page 80 of Bossy Bride: Emma and Jesse

“Wait, what?”

“I spy on all of you, sir. My organization is… equipped for such things.”

“What organization?”

“Jesse!” Emma calls from the middle cabin. “We’re landing!”

“Coming!” I stand up and start pulling on my pants, then direct my attention back to Miles. “Like… the Worldwide Butlers’ Club?”

“Precisely, sir.”

“That was a joke, Miles. Who do you work for?”

“Jesse!”

“Jesus Christ, Emma. I’m coming!” I point at Miles. “We’re not done here.”

“We are, sir. I’ll forward you all my info via email. Merry Christmas.” Then he walks to the door, opens it up, and slides it closed behind him.

I let out a long breath. Alonzo?

Nope. I’m gonna go buy Miles a nice watch and call it good.

I find my shirt and shoes, finish getting dressed, and then join Emma at the breakfast table just as we begin our descent.

“Quick,” she says, pointing to the table. “Eat. Because once we land, we have things to do.”

“What things?” I ask, grabbing a piece of toast and shoving it in my mouth. “What does the Dumas family do on Christmas Day? Oh, do we get to have a make-up dinner because we missed last night? God, I hope so. I’m starving.”

“Mmmm… no,” Emma says, shrugging her shoulders up to her ears as she grins big.

“Sailing? Diving? Water-skiing? What else do you guys do? Oh, I know—fishing. Are we going fishing?”

“Nope.” She’s still grinning like a mad woman.

“Then why are we in a hurry?” I look down at the breakfast. I could eat this whole table, that’s how hungry I am.

“You’ll see.” And just as she says that, the jet lands and we brake hard. “But I’m gonna need you to put these on.”

I glance at the headphones Emma is offering me. “What?”

“Just put them on. And this too.” She opens one closed fist to reveal a blindfold.

“Mrs. Boston,” I say.

“Mr. Boston?”

“What the hell are you up to?”

“You’ll see. Just put them on. Trust me, you don’t want to ruin this surprise.”

“It’s a Christmas present?”

“Yes, it’s a Christmas present.” She shakes the headphones at me.

“Is it a Lamborghini?”

“No.” She chuckles. “We already have one of those.”