Gage stuck out a hand, and Foxx grabbed it, pulled him in for a bro-hug. “So I guess we don’t have to worry about paying the rent anymore.” Not that the man had any money problems. The international playboy was worth nearly a billion dollars.

Gage grinned. “Not for quite a while, at least.”

Foxx laughed. He turned to Abby. “I hear you saved this big bastard’s life. I liked you the first time I met you. I’m a little in love with you now.”

A flush crept into Abby’s cheeks. Gage frowned.

“I couldn’t very well let him drown,” she said, smiling. “We hadn’t found the treasure yet.”

Foxx grinned, digging dimples into his cheeks. “Speaking of treasure,” he said.

“One of his favorite subjects,” Gage drawled.

“Everything’s loaded on the plane and ready to go,” Jack said. “Edge and his security people are already aboard.” His attention shifted to Abby, and his expression turned serious. “Your grandfather’s casket has been loaded, Abby. I’m sorry for your loss.”

She swallowed. “Thank you.”

Foxx returned his attention to Gage. “Soon as the rest of your people arrive, the plane’s ready to leave.”

Gage took her arm and led her across the terminal to the plate-glass windows. A big jet airplane sat on the tarmac, its engines running.

“Boeing BBJ Max 7,” Jack said, walking up beside them. “Belongs to a friend of mine. My G-6 couldn’t carry the load.” He looked out the window, and his grin returned. “Costs about a hundred million, these days. I think you’re gonna like it.”

Abby couldn’t imagine knowing a friend who would loan you a hundred-million-dollar airplane. But the Gulfstream Foxx owned hadn’t come cheap.

Mateo showed up with Zuma and Carlos. Foxx had worked with Mateo, who seemed pleased to see him.

“Nice work, Mateo,” Foxx said, smiling.

“Good to see you, my friend.” The men shook hands.

“Jack, meet Zuma Delgado,” Gage said. “And this little guy is Carlos.” Gage set a hand on Carlos’s dark-haired head. The boy wore clean clothes and new shoes, which he was extremely proud of.

Carlos stuck his hand out to Jack. “It is nice to meet you, Señor Jack.”

Foxx grinned and shook the boy’s hand. “Good to meet you, too, Carlos.”

They crossed the tarmac to the big jet that waited, engines humming. It looked more like an airliner than a private jet.

“You two go on ahead,” Jack said to Carlos. The little boy excitedly grabbed Zuma’s hand, and they hurried toward the metal steps leading up to the door of the cabin. The rest of them followed across the tarmac.