Nic lifted her off his lap and she felt a split second of disappointment thinking he was putting her back in her seat, but then he stood with her, took her hand and started pulling her toward a door at the back of the plane.
"What... where are we going?" she asked dazedly.
"Bedroom." His voice was a guttural bark as he reached for the door and jerked it open. But before he could usher Maria inside, Luke interrupted them.
"Call for you, Mr. DeLuca."
Nic turned and narrowed his eyes at Luke before reaching for the phone the other man was holding. "Yes," Nic said sharply.
He listened for a few moments and then sighed deeply and shoved a hand through his hair. "I don't give a s**t what you ask the chef to make, Cassandra. Tell him to expect one more guest."
Maria heard an excited feminin
