In California he got off a plane—one advantage to rock star money involved ease of travel—and found Reggie waiting at the airport, grinning. “Come on.”
“Another plane?”
“Surprise.”
“Where’re we going?”
“Surprise, I said. I’ve got this. I’m taking care of you.”
“That’s utterly terrifying,” Kris informed him, and got on the new plane, bag in hand.
The new plane was very nice, and private, and luxurious. It came with excellent scotch and chocolate-covered cherries. It also had Wi-Fi. Kris texted Justin. Did you know Reg was kidnapping me? To London?
Justin sent back a thumbs-up emoji, which Kris decided meant yes, followed by an off-center group selfie: everyone giggling and glittery, in a tangle of affection. Justin had on more dramatic eyeliner than usual and had a violet-dyed streak
