“Let’s pull it up on the big screen and go over it together.”

I sigh as I set it down in my lap.

“I think you can manage going over it separately.”

“I could, but that wouldn’t make either of us very good partners, now would it?”

“Fine. I’ll put it up until takeoff. Which we can now do since you’ve arrived.”

Grant smirks as he downs the entire drink and sets the small cup on the table.

“Would have been here with you if you had waited all of five minutes.”

I cross one leg over the other and let my shoulders relax.

“Let’s get one thing straight here. I may be your wife, but I’m not your mother or your babysitter, so get up earlier if you don’t want to miss our travel times.”

“Believe me, I don’t need any of the three.”

A slight sting since I am technically his wife.

I give him a pointed stare that he returns. It’s a battle to see who will break eye contact first. Why do I get the feeling this is going to keep happening in the future?

“If you can please fasten your seat belts, we’ll be taking off shortly,” the flight attendant says.

“Thank you,” I answer.

Looking around my waist, I buckle up, and I swear I hear the hint of a victory cheer coming from Grant. I peer up at him as I fasten my seat belt to see another smug expression.

“It would have been rude for us not to acknowledge her,” I say.

“I don’t disagree.”

“We can review all the original plans I had in the air and some of the foundational materials that will still be relevant.”

“Sounds good.”

“Then I think once we settle into our home sweet home, we can scout out the area and acclimate. Then revise our plans?”

“Solid idea.”

I study him. Something is off with the way he’s being so agreeable.

“What is it?”

“Before we go on our stroll around the neighborhood, I think you’ll have to learn what I know.”

“And what’s that?”

“Who Ace is to the Carolinas mafia.”

I lean back and grasp the ends of the armrests tightly.

“Deal.”

Grant’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“You’re not the only one who can be agreeable,” I tease.