"Well, welcome home. In that case, the celebration is going to be different than I originally planned."

I lifted a brow. "Oh, yeah?  Just what did you have planned?"

"Well, originally, I was going to take the other artists out to a simple dinner, toast with champagne, and pay the bill. Or rather, you were going to foot the bill."

I sighed. "Remember, my money is your money."

"Yeah, you know how I don't like that."

I rolled my eyes. It was an old argument, but I left that fight alone for now. "So, what's the change of plan?"

She leaned forward, close to my ear. "Well now, there's definitely going to be a deep throat blow job happening."

I pulled back and clutched a hand to my chest as if I was shocked. "Jesus Christ, who's the lucky guy?" She giggled, and I twirled her around. "I love you."

"I love you too, Alexi.” When we stopped moving, a frown settled in her expression as she studied my face. "What's the matter?"

I forced my face into an impassive expression. "What do you mean?"

"Stop it. I know when something is wrong. What's the matter?  Is Xander okay?"

I knew my brother Xander had rushed to his wife Hermione’s side as soon as he'd gotten the news. Neither one of us wanted our wives hearing about this situation before we had the chance to tell them about it ourselves. "Yeah, he's fine. He's with Hermione Aysem."

She frowned. "He couldn't be bothered to come to my opening?"

I laughed and shook my head, wondering about their odd brother-and-sister-like relationship. It never bothered me.

Lies.

Okay fine, Xander’s feelings for her had bothered me in the beginning. But that had been resolved long ago. I knew my brother was madly in love with his wife, though he and Abbie still fought like cats and dogs most of the time. "Listen babes—"

Her brow lifted. "Babes? You only say that when you have some bad news to tell me."

"Yeah. Listen, um, can we speak somewhere privately?"

I couldn't help but let my gaze skitter to a man near the door. He was long and lean like me. And looked more than ready for a fight to break out.

Matthias Weller had been more than happy to come home to England with his fiancée. He was on loan from Blake Security temporarily until Xander and I could get our own security team in place. I knew under his impeccable suit he was covered in tattoos.

I didn't know him well, but we'd gotten to chat a little bit on the flight over. My cousin, Sebastian Winston, King of the Winston Isles, had insisted we have the best security with us until we could sort out other measures. Abbie was no fool though, and her gaze followed mine in Matthias’s direction. "Why does that look like security at the door, sweetheart?"