Chapter 95: The Mile-High Club

"I have not."

That damn eyebrow tics higher. "Yes, you have."

I drop the sleeping e-reader on the coffee table next to my drink. "I'm not bored. I'm thinking."

Vincent takes a large breath as if he's gathering strength for dealing with me and then closes the lid to his laptop, pushing it to the side. "About your desire to join the mile-high club? Because if so, I can make that a reality."

I laugh, my eyes flitting back of the bedroom. Maybe. "No."

"Then what?"

"Where do people think we've been? What happens we get back to the states? What about your… Tiffany?" I don't want to use the word wife to describe her. It's a complete cop out on my part but a constant reminder of the trouble facing us. Sometimes in a woman's life, she needs to take the cop out and hold on to it like her favorite childhood stuffed animal. "What about us?"

Vincent smirks and leans back in his chair. "That all?"

That all? That's everything.

"It's a start," I say lifting a shoulder.

He stands an