Deal with the Cartel

KACELA

After my little phone session with Wyatt I needed to shower.  I jumped in, washing myself completely and then wrapping myself in a robe before getting out.  When I went into the bedroom, one of the female flight attendants was busy tucking the girls into bed.  I smiled at her.

“We’re tuckered out,” she whispered to me, pointing to the girls.  They were wrapped in each other’s arms and sound asleep. 

“Thanks for taking care of them,” I said.  She nodded and tiptoed out.

I slipped on a clean pair of sweatpants and pulled on a tank top before following her out.  I saw that our dinner had been served and so I grabbed a sandwich before sitting down.

“What did Wyatt say?” Earl said, giving me a slow wink.

“They’re going to meet us in Sao Paulo,” I said.  “They’ll meet us at the private airfield and take the girls.  He d