“Are you okay with spending eight hours on an airplane?”

To tell the truth, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I thought I’d be okay on an airplane for eight hours. But Wolf whined—locked in a tiny metal box with all those juicy people for that long …

This was going to take some planning.

I said, “This will be a good way to meet people. Find out what’s going on in the rest of the world, you know?”

“Another quest,” Ben said. “No—you’re past quest and into crusade, aren’t you?”

I glared. “Is there a problem with that?”

He grabbed my hand, kissing it, melting the argument away. “No problem at all. It’s what makes you you.”

Cormac was scratching his chin.

“What?” I asked.

“Would being a convicted felon keep me from getting a passport?”

“You want to come along?” I said.

He shrugged and looked at his beer. “Amelia wants to go home.”

Ben pursed his lips. “I’ll look into it, see what we can do.”

“What about you?” I asked him. “Are you okay with this?”

“If you’re going, I’m going. You don’t have to ask,” Ben said.

My heart actually may have skipped a beat at that. He said it so decisively, it really meant I love you.

“Besides,” Cormac said. “It’ll take both of us to keep you out of trouble.”

“It’s a scientific conference, what could go wrong?” I said. They rolled their eyes at me as if to say, really?

Well, we’d just have to find out which of us was right, wouldn’t we?