Free Follow Me When the Sun Goes Down by Lisa Olsen Page B

ready to hop into bed.  Smart.  But about that ride…”
    “I think we can manage that,” I decided on the fly.  There should be plenty of room in the jet, and it might be a good idea to get to know more about our neighbor.  “I’ll have my secretary contact you with our flight arrangements.  Just let her know where you’re staying.”
    Mac shuffled to his feet, picking up his hat.  “Thankee kindly, ma’am,” he grinned, hesitating at the door.  “I ah, don’t suppose the lovely Miss Jenessa will be coming along on the trip?”
    “No, she’s not.”
    “Ah, well.  Easy come, easy go.  That just leaves an open playin’ ground for the international talent.”
    “It was nice to see you again, Mac.” My lips pressed together in a thin smile.  “I’ll see you on the flight.”
    “I’ll be countin’ the hours until you grace me with your beauty again,” he said gravely, a hand over his heart before he tucked the hat low over his forehead and swaggered out the door.
    It wasn’t going to be a boring flight, I could count on that at least. 
     
    * * *
     
    I doggedly worked through the rest of my hangover, using it as penance of sorts for drinking too much in the first place.  Rob appeared with a cup of coffee for me with a dash of cinnamon, showing no trace of a hangover (or any drama) at all.  So it was just me who’d drunk myself into a coma the night before.  Cool beans.
    A courier arrived sometime after midnight with a stack of boxes, waist high.  I didn’t recognize the label on the packages, but the packing slip bore a logo for FF Fashions – We Sew While You Sleep.   The invoice showed several items listed, but I couldn’t make heads or tails out of what any of it was.   
    “FF Fashions… what’s this?” My eyes skimmed down the page.  “Chocolate confection.  Cherry blossom in winter.  Midnight temptation.  What is this stuff supposed to be?”
    “Only one way to find out,” Maggie smiled, her fingers itching to tear them open. 
    “Go for it, but dibs on anything chocolate.”
    While she struggled with the packing tape, I flipped the page over, staring at the price on the bottom of the page.  “There has to be some kind of a mistake,” I murmured, blinking to clear my eyes, but the number didn’t change.  That was some expensive candy…
    Gunnar produced a knife out of nowhere, easily slitting the top box open, only to be shouldered aside by the willowy brunette, her eyes wide with excitement. 
    “Oh… It’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed, pulling out an elegant dress in chocolate satin and tulle. 
    Chocolate confection indeed.  I realized it must be from the sisters, Briony and Riona.  They’d promised to have something ready for me in time to go to England, and there was a whole stack of somethings. 
    “Put it back in the box, we can’t keep it,” I said resolutely, not wanting to see any of the rest.  It was gorgeous, but way too expensive for me to keep. 
    “But… are you sure?  Oh, Anja, take a look at this one, it’d be perfect on you.”  She held up a pale pink fitted bodice, the skirt gradually darkening to a deep cherry with a light dusting of pink pearls sewn into the matching jacket. “You’d look good enough to eat.”
    “What’s all this?” Rob asked, eyeing the boxes with suspicion as he came from the kitchen with a shiny red apple in hand. 
    “It’s a fashion care package,” Gunnar replied, opening the next box.
    “Briony and Riona sent them over,” I added.  “At least I think it was them.  The packing slip says FF Fashions.” 
    “Ah, that’s nice,” Rob commented, losing interest. 
    “She wants to send them back!” Maggie declared.  “Tell her that’d be a crime.”
    Rob leaned against the arch to the stairway, polishing the apple on the front of his t-shirt.  “Not what you ordered?”
    “I didn’t order any of them.  Would you stop opening those!” I hissed at Gunnar.  “I mean, I knew they said