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Rimmel

“You chartered a plane?” I asked, standing on the windy, cold tarmac.
“What?” Romeo yelled over the million sounds competing around us.
I pointed to the plane.
He smirked and leaned over to speak in my ear. “Wanna join the mile-high club?”
I smacked him, and he laughed.
“The six of us walking through the airport together would have caused a damn media frenzy. I didn’t feel like coming up with some elaborate strategy to get us all to the gate without causing a mob.”
I nodded, understanding. On the way here, I’d been wondering how the heck we were going to get through security without making news we were all on the move together. I could see the headlines now:
Family Crisis brings out entire family!
Where are they going?
Spotted! Romeo Anderson’s entire family together!
Over the years, we’d gotten much better at dodging the press, keeping our private lives private and keeping the vultures at bay, but they still came around. They still tried to get any information or pictures of us they could. It only made sense Romeo wanted to fly to Colorado with as much privacy as we could get. If we didn’t, the place would be swarming with press by the time we stepped onto the resort.
“I could get used to this,” Drew said, settling back into one of the seats when we were all on the jet.
Trent made a sound of agreement.
“Maybe the fam should go all in on a plane,” B pondered.
“I’ve been thinking of that myself.” Romeo agreed.
Ivy and I looked at each other then at the four men lounging around. “Are you crazy?” Ivy said. “Do you know how much money that would cost?”
“We can afford it,” B said without any kind of reaction.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Just because we can afford it doesn’t mean we need it.”
“Just because we have a shit ton of land doesn’t mean we need the seven dogs you dragged home either,” B cracked.
I gasped. “That’s completely different!”
“Can I be your favorite brother now?” Trent asked. “I don’t care how many dogs you bring home.”
“That’s ‘cause they don’t eat your shoes!” B grumped.
“Romeo!” I yelled.
“Now, baby,” he said, pulling me into his lap. B was sitting right beside him, so I took the chance to glare. “Don’t listen to him. You can bring home as many dogs as you want.”
“Ahh, Rome. Don’t tell her that. Knowing tutor girl, she’ll find some homeless beast in Colorado and want to drag it back with us.”
I kicked him.
“Ow!” B wailed.