[EVE]
I arrived at the private jet expecting peace, quiet, and maybe some emotional closure.
What I got instead was my entire family standing on the tarmac like they were about to film a perfume commercial.
I froze.
They didn't.
Damien was wearing sunglasses like he was going undercover, Dante had a stethoscope around his neck, Dean was dressed like he'd walked off a fashion runway in Paris, Mom was radiating couture goddess energy in a fur-lined coat (in May, mind you), and Dad—Dad was holding blueprints.
". . . What are you all doing here?" I asked slowly, like I was trying not to startle a group of wild animals.
Dean waved, his phone in one hand and a fresh juice in the other. "Oh, we're going with you."
I blinked. "To New York?"
"Yes," Mom said, beaming. "We thought it'd be nice. A little family adventure! Just like old times."
"We never had old times like this," I muttered.
