The Most Eligible Bachelor

by Windsor Blue

Disclaimers - I don't own Gundam Wing, nor do I own any eligible bachelors. If you do, then be happy and well in the knowledge that you make more money in a week than I have in my entire working life, and that you have much better, bigger and more important things to do with your time than hassle me.

Warnings - this chapter - light swearing

Note - This is the first of a planned trilogy arc of multi-part romantic comedy-style fics. They're gonna be long, and they intersect with pretty much everything else I've ever written, so over the course of the arc characters and events from the "Letters to Quatre" and "Favorite Uncle" series will poke their noses in. Fair warning!

Many thanks to everyone who has been egging me on!

Feedback to - windsorblue17@yahoo.com

Chapter Five

Trowa slid to his knees and took Quatre's hands into his own, pulling them gently away from his face. "It's all right," he whispered.

"It's not all right!" Quatre snapped.

"It will be," Trowa replied, squeezing Quatre's hands and keeping his eyes on his own. "It will be."

"What exactly makes you think so?" It was more of a growl than a question.

"I've got a good feeling."

Quatre took three deep, precise breaths, still caught in Trowa's gaze, before the corner of his mouth quirked up in the beginnings of a smile. "How the hell do you manage to calm me down like that?"

Trowa shrugged. "I'm good with savage beasts."

Quatre snorted and the new smile grew a little. "I rather guess you are, at that." A slight shuffling noise disturbed them, and they turned to see Adele standing up from where she'd stooped to rescue the browbeaten newspaper and carefully folding it so the offending picture couldn't be seen. Quatre stood up and moved to put a hand on her shoulder, and she started a little before blinking at him cautiously, unmoving.

Quatre sighed as his conscience gave him a swift kick in the ass. "I'm sorry, Adele. I shouldn't have snapped like that, and I didn't mean to scare you. I hope you can forgive me."

She straightened the rest of the way and smiled, that high-voltage grin that made Quatre wonder exactly what she was hiding behind it. "No need to apologize, Mr. Winner - my reaction was pretty much the same as yours, except I wasn't even polite enough to throw in the 'bloody' or the 'hell'."

There was something else there - Quatre was so sure of that he could almost touch it - but he let it go. He picked up the small stack of front pages that had made him so sure of himself just moments before, sat down in the chair they'd occupied, and gestured for Adele to join them. "So what do we do now?"

"That's up to you," Adele shrugged, taking the offered seat. "Representative Peacecraft's office has already issued a strongly worded denial. Representative Winner issued a denial and a demand for retraction. Judging by the reception awaiting Representative Peacecraft when she arrived at work this morning, I'd say there are likely to be quite a few people waiting to talk to you when we get to New York. Whether you want to issue a formal statement now or just wait until we land and go from there is your call."

"You make it sound as if Jaden's denial was firmer than Relena's."

"Representative Peacecraft issued a general denial about a romantic relationship between the two of you, very similar in style to the ones she issues regularly about herself and Mr. Yuy. Representative Winner took a bit more umbrage to something specific in the story." She tentatively handed the paper back to Quatre. "Second column, fourth paragraph."

Quatre reached out for the page with a little trepidation, decided it was foolish to be frightened of a newspaper, and grasped it firmly, turning it so he could read it.

" 'The possibility of a Winner/Peacecraft affair has left several members of Parliament wondering about the real motivations behind reparations legislation proposed yesterday by Representative Peacecraft and publicly backed by Mr. Winner, who testified before Parliament yesterday in support of the proposal. Parliament watchers are predicting the debate over the legislation to take a negative turn in today's session, and expect to see Representative Ouroussoff of Russia leading the charge.' "

Quatre looked up and grimaced. "Oh, no..."

"She's not going to have an easy time of it today, that's for sure," Adele sighed. "Neither are you, when we land."

Trowa took the paper from Quatre's hand and began to peruse the story. "What do you think we should do?" he asked softly.

"I really don't know. I had a plan all worked out when I went to bed last night, but it's shot to hell and back now." She turned to Quatre, commanding his attention. "My gut says that we just deal with whatever questions get thrown at us when we land. I'm sure there'll be a pack of reporters waiting for you at the airport. An impromptu press conference on the sidewalk may be our best alternative. Trying to send out a denial now, while we're in the air, only makes you look like you're in a hurry to cover something up. Besides, it'll be almost noon New York time and six Sanq time when we land. The American papers will be getting ready to put their evening editions to bed, and they may start to lose interest in the story."

"Already?" Quatre asked with a twinge of hope.

Adele shrugged. "No one ever went broke underestimating the attention span of the American public. None of their Representatives are directly involved, so with any luck the story will get buried."

Trowa and Quatre exchanged a look and Quatre nodded affirmatively. "All right, then, we'll let it play out while we're in the air, and worry about it when we land."

"Thank you, sir," Adele nodded. She stood up to go when Trowa put a hand on her arm.

"This reporter," he said, holding up the paper so his thumb was just under the byline. "This David Reyes, he's the one from the press conference yesterday, correct?"

She blinked a couple of times. "Yes, Mr. Barton."

"I thought he worked for Sphere Magazine. Why is he writing stories for the Sanq City Observer?"

"Sphere Magazine has their own wire service. He probably wrote it for the service, and the Observer picked it up."

"Do you know him?"

Adele paused and Quatre looked up. "He's not usually assigned to Mr. Winner's press corps, but yes, I do know him."

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you yesterday." Trowa's tone was direct and brooking no arguments.

Her smile was shallow. "I don't think he's dangerous, Mr. Barton, at least not to me. He is, however, a tenacious investigator and pretty convinced of his own righteousness. If he suspects there's something about Mr. Winner's personal life that's being kept from the public, he won't rest until he finds out what it is."

"You seem to know a lot about this reporter," Quatre chimed in, curiosity getting the better of him.

"I've had dealings with him before," she replied flatly.

"Good dealings or bad dealings?"

She paused again. "Both. Now, if you'll excuse me, sirs?"

Quatre made a polite incline of his head. "Of course. Thank you, Adele."

She returned his gesture and walked rather quickly away. They watched her go for a moment before their eyes met.

"What do you suppose that was really about?" asked Quatre.

"I don't know," Trowa replied slowly, shaking his head and dropping the paper onto the seat next to him, poking it with his index finger. "I'll tell you this much, though - I'm going to find out more about this David Reyes."

******

"Hey, wake up."

Duo felt an elbow with Hilde's voice attached to it poking him in the side. He dragged his eyes open and blinked. "Are we there yet?"

"Not quite, but I thought you'd like to see this." She pointed at the small vid screen in front of her.

Duo squinted at it as he sat up. There, on the screen, was an impressive crowd of reporters crushed onto the steps of the ESUN Parliament building. Trying to shove their way through were Heero and Relena, she with a tight, yet well-mannered smile, and he with a particularly vicious glare.

"Representative Peacecraft," began the voice-over, "Seen here arriving at Parliament this morning, denies allegations of a romantic relationship between herself and Mr. Winner, but speculation still abounds."

"Wait a minute, what?" Duo was definitely awake now. "Mr. Winner, as in Quatre?"

"Representative Peacecraft," a reporter shouted, waving his microphone above the crowd, "How do you explain the kiss?"

"Kiss?!?" demanded Duo, and Hilde promptly shushed him.

"It was really nothing more than a peck on the cheek," Relena answered calmly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"In the picture, you really look like you were enjoying it!" cried another reporter, and Duo felt his indignation rising.

"Picture? What picture?" he hissed at Hilde.

"I don't know!" she shot back. "Be quiet and maybe they'll tell us!"

Relena laughed pleasantly. "Quatre Winner and I may only be friends, but he's still a very handsome man. What straight girl wouldn't enjoy a friendly kiss from him?"

"So there's nothing going on between you, then?" a third reporter called out.

"She already said there wasn't," Duo growled under his breath.

"Will you please hush?" Hilde snapped icily.

"Well, she did!" he fumed.

"Nothing more than a long-standing and treasured friendship, I assure you." Relena's smile looked politely forced. Heero had her by the arm, and with his free hand he pulled open the door to the building. He very nearly shoved her inside, and, glaring at the throng as he did, something dangerous and barely controlled flashed in his eyes and fed the tiny spark of hope Hilde had planted in Duo's heart.

Duo recognized that look. That was the same look Trowa got when he was picking apart Catherine's latest boyfriend. It was the same look Quatre got when some jerk on the street made rude comments about Iria and her leg braces. Thinking about it, it was probably the same look he himself got when dealing with Hilde's dating disaster of the week.

That was the 'don't mess with the sister or I'll kick your ass' look, and Heero was wearing it for Relena's sake.

Duo couldn't help but grin. "Go get 'em, Heero," he whispered.

******

Heero thought he had never been so glad to see the inside of Relena's office.

"Bonnie," Relena said breezily, as if having a mob of reporters greet her at the steps to the building had been the most natural way in the world to start the day, "Are there any messages?"

"Yes, Ms. Peacecraft, you have one from Representative Winner - she'd like to speak with you before session begins, and one from Ms. Catalonia."

"Dorothy?" Relena looked up from the stack of files she had begun to thumb through. "What did Dorothy have to say?"

"She wanted to remind you that she'll be picking you up at Kennedy Airport when you land tonight."

"Oh yes, that's right. Anything else?"

Bonnie tried to hide her smirk and failed. "She said I should remind Mr. Yuy to keep a sharp eye on you while you're on the plane. She said since you seem to have a thing for pilots, Mr. Yuy would have to watch you closely to ensure you didn't rush into the cockpit and throw yourself at the flight crew."

Relena blinked politely a few times and then burst into laughter. Heero put a hand to his brow and shook his head. "Why do you even talk to that girl?" he grumbled.

"Because she's the only person in the world who leaves me messages like that. Bonnie, could you please contact Representative Winner's office and see if she has some time around nine? That should give us plenty of time to talk before session starts."

"Yes, Ma'am," Bonnie replied, reaching for the phone. Relena went into her office, Heero trailing along behind her.

"Seriously," he continued, closing the door behind him, "Why do you still talk to her? She's nothing but trouble."

"Oh, honestly, Heero," Relena replied, settling behind her desk and busying herself with the impressive stack of papers in her in-box, "Dorothy is my friend. She's just having a little fun - don't get all worked up about it."

"I'm just saying..." he muttered, crossing over to the window behind her and giving the outside world a cautious glance.

"Yes, I know what you're saying, and if you had your way I wouldn't have any girlfriends at all."

Heero stopped glaring at the world and glared at her instead. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm saying that between your mistrust of Dorothy and the out-and-out rudeness you've displayed toward Hilde, it's a wonder either of them still talk to me."

He straightened a little bit and tried to look affronted. "I'm not rude to Hilde."

"Oh, yes you are. You may not realize you're being rude to her, but I assure you, you are."

He blinked at the floor, looking confused. "I don't mean to be..."

She rolled her eyes. "Are you sure about that?"

He looked even more confused, if that was possible. "Why would I be rude to Hilde on purpose?"

"Because," she began, rising from her chair and moving to stand in front of him. She took his hands in hers before she continued. "Because you have a crush on Duo, and you think she's keeping him away from you."

"I do not," Heero replied softly, not meeting her eyes.

"You don't what - have a crush on Duo, or think Hilde's keeping him away from you?"

"Yes. Both. Neither. Hell, I don't know...I'm not even sure what you just asked me!" He jerked his hands out of hers and turned back to the window to pout angrily.

"It's all right, you know," she said with a soft sigh. "It's all right if you have a crush on Duo. It doesn't hurt my feelings, if that's what you're worried about."

He turned his head ever-so-slightly to regard her from the corner of his eye.

"Don't give me that look, Heero. I'm telling the truth. Oh, I'll admit that I was quite infatuated with you for a long time, but I've discovered something in the time you've been assigned to be my bodyguard. I've discovered that I quite like having you as a friend, and if we tried to force some kind of romantic relationship, I think that friendship would suffer." She paused and patted him gently on the shoulder. "Besides, your feelings for Duo indicate that I'm clearly not your type, and quite frankly I don't have the time or the fortitude to try to change your mind about that."

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, returning his gaze to the window.

"Don't be. You're one of my most trusted and treasured friends, and as far as I'm concerned that's nothing to be sorry for." She reached up and took his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her. "I need all the friends I can get, you know. At this time in my life, a love affair would be more trouble than it's worth anyway." She sighed and stepped away, heading back towards her desk. "If you need any evidence of that, just take a look at today's paper."

He came away from the window to stand next to her and gave her a soft nudge. "I'm sorry about that, too. If I'd been paying more attention at the restaurant yesterday, that could've all been avoided."

"Oh, there's no guarantee of that," she countered. "You never know who's got a camera on you at any given moment. For all we know, these pictures could have been taken off the restaurant's security system."

"That's not really a comforting thought, Relena."

She smiled genuinely, almost flirtatiously. "It wasn't meant to be comforting, just factual. Besides, it kind of flatterig, in an odd way, to have people think that my feminine wiles are powerful enough to ensnare someone like Quatre. He's quite a catch, you know."

Heero threw caution to the wind and decided to try flirting back. "Not as good a catch as I am, though, is he?"

Relena just smirked a secretive little smirk.

"Is he?"

"I thought you weren't competitive, Heero."

"I'm not, but is he?"

The intercom on her desk buzzed, and she leaned forward to answer it. "Yes, Bonnie?"

"It's almost nine, Ma'am. Your meeting with Representative Winner is in her office in five minutes."

"Ah, yes, thank you, Bonnie." Relena collected her files for the day and headed for the door. She paused with her hand on the knob and looked at Heero expectantly.

"Aren't you coming?"

With a small growl in the back of his throat, he followed after her. "You're teasing me," he pouted.

"Moi?" she replied with an airy tone and a knowing wink. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing."

Heero was grumbling softly the whole way to the elevator.

******

"Exactly what the hell was he doing when this was taken?"

Wufei took a surprised step backwards and nearly stumbled on his own shoes. He was able to focus on Zechs' glowering face a scant few inches from his own nose, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what he was waving in his hand.

"Good morning to you, too, Zechs," he replied, trying to maintain a calm that was rather quickly escaping him. "What are you all up in arms about now?"

"That idiot Yuy," Zechs snarled, "He's supposed to be guarding her, for Christ's sake. Explain to me how the hell he was stupid enough to let this happen!"

Wufei frowned and grabbed the paper Zechs was brandishing, giving the front page a cursory read while Zechs fumed. A particularly wicked impulse overtook him and he looked up with a curious smirk. "Relena is dating Quatre now? Trowa must be devastated, unless of course they're sharing..."

Zechs snatched the paper back and for a moment Wufei thought he was going to hit him with it. "Of course she's not dating Quatre, you smart ass! Some photographer got really damned lucky, which he might not have if Winner didn't have that annoying habit of kissing people all the goddamned time!"

Wufei arched his eyebrows. "Noin doesn't seem to think it's annoying."

"Don't change the subject," Zechs snapped.

"Which is what, again?"

Zechs inhaled for a second, and when he began to speak again he did it in a slow, dangerous voice. "What exactly was that idiot Yuy doing when this picture was taken? He's supposed to be protecting her. What if this had been a gun and not a camera? She'd be dead now!" He rolled the newspaper into a crumpled tube and began poking Wufei in the chest with it to punctuate his point. "He's supposed to be protecting her, and he screwed up! If the job is too much for him, he should say so, and I'll be more than happy to have Une reassign him."

Wufei's eyes narrowed - first at Zechs, then at the newspaper he was prodding him with, and then back at Zechs. "First of all, you will stop calling him 'that idiot Yuy'. Second," He wrapped his hand around the end of the newspaper and shoved it aside. "You will stop poking me with that, and third, where do you get off thinking you can tell Une who to assign where?"

"She's my sister," Zechs hissed.

"Why aren't you protecting her yourself, then?" Wufei knew he sounded snarky, and he didn't much care.

"Because she likes him better than she likes me, damn it!" He threw the paper across the room, where it hit the wall and dropped to the floor, exploding into a pile of jumbled newsprint. "She listens to him! She follows his advice! She doesn't argue with him over every little thing like she does with me! She just - " Zechs stopped yelling and drew in a short, efficient breath. "She just prefers his company to mine, so that's what she has."

Wufei said nothing because there was nothing to say. Zechs had served as Relena's bodyguard for exactly six weeks before they were ready to kill each other. At the end of it, Zechs had declared his sister rebellious, difficult and reckless, while Relena quite firmly stated that her brother was suffocating, rude, and paranoid to the point of delusion. In all fairness, they were both right.

Zechs finally made a move for the door. "Just tell that id - just tell Yuy that I'm watching him."

"He knows," replied Wufei with a deafening calm. "And believe me when I tell you that nothing you can say or do to him will equal the beating he's giving himself."

"He'd better hope so," Zechs ground out through clenched teeth, slamming the door behind him.

Wufei made his way to his desk, shaking his head the whole time, and slumped into his chair. He put his glasses on and started up his computer when a knock came from the door. He suppressed a sigh and called out "Come in."

Sally stepped into the room and shut the door neatly behind her, noticing as she did the sad remains of the dead newspaper in the corner. "I see Hurricane Zechs has been through."

"Yes," Wufei replied, putting two fingers to his temple and massaging lightly. "It was quite a greeting."

"Well, why should you get any better treatment than the rest of us?" She dropped into the chair opposite him. "I just got our assignment for today - we're on the airport run."

"Meeting Quatre's plane?"

"Yes, Une thinks there'll be a flock of reporters hanging around. Did you see the coverage of Relena trying to get to work this morning?"

"No, but I can imagine how ugly it was. Une's wise to anticipate more of the same here."

"I agree. Quatre and Trowa are scheduled to land at 12:05 this afternoon. We're to escort them home, and then go back to the airport for Relena and Heero, who are landing at 6:20 tonight."

Wufei looked over his glasses at Sally. "Just us?"

She nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"Because Heero doesn't need to deal with Hurricane Zechs in the middle of Kennedy Airport."

"Again, agreed. We all know how quickly Hurricane Zechs manages to stir up Tropical Storm Relena. Then again, pictures of her screaming at her brother might be an interesting counterpoint to the ones of Quatre kissing her - 'The Many Faces of Relena Darlian-Peacecraft'." Wufei snorted and Sally smiled. "Never let it be said that Une's not a smart cookie."

"Indeed." Wufei leaned back in his chair and stared off into space for a long moment before taking off his glasses and setting them carefully on the desk. "Want to go get coffee before we head out?"

"Sure," Sally replied, rising easily to her feet. "Maybe we can count how many times we see Relena and Quatre on the front page along the way."

Wufei groaned. "No, we're trying to escape Hurricane Zechs, not fuel it."

"Are you saying we're hiding from Zechs for the rest of the day?" Sally smirked.

"Hey," Wufei said, raising his hands defensively as the door closed behind him. "Une isn't the only smart cookie around here."

******

"Mr. Winner?"

Quatre stirred from the light doze he'd fallen into, blinking sleepily at the flight attendant for a second before he focused on her face. "Yes?"

"Sorry to wake you, sir, but Ms. Winner Preston Price is on the phone for you."

He sat up a little straighter in his chair, making a Herculean effort not to groan aloud as he noticed the speaker phone she held on a silver tray, the blinking red light indicating someone on hold. "Thank you," he said as she placed the tray on the table between himself and Trowa. A quick glance in his direction told Quatre that Trowa was clearly faking still being asleep. He smiled politely at the flight attendant as she moved off. "Could you please fetch Adele for me, if you have a moment? I'll need her for this call."

"Of course, Mr. Winner," she replied, walking away quietly.

Quatre stretched one leg out to nudge Trowa's foot. "Quit pretending - I know you're awake."

"Not my sister," Trowa mumbled, eyes still closed. "Don't have to deal with her."

"Nice," Quatre growled, rolling his eyes.

"It's not like I'll be contributing to the conversation, anyway."

"Well, if contributions to the conversation are how we're measuring, then neither of us really has to be here for this, do we?" Quatre jabbed the 'hold' button and leaned forward a little. "Himeysha?"

"Quatre, darling! How are you, sweetie? Kiss, kiss. Is Trowa with you?"

"Yes, he's - "

"Hello, Trowa, kiss, kiss, darling. How are you?"

"I'm fi - "

"Good, darling, glad to hear it. Listen, Quatre, Adele tells me you've gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle."

Adele walked up at just that moment, cringed slightly, and sat down next to Trowa as quietly as she could. He scooted over for her without opening his eyes once.

"Yes," Quatre replied, "Well, I - "

"Well, don't worry yourself about it, sweetie. It's hardly worth it, is it? I mean, it's not as if you can go back in time and erase it all, now can you?"

"No, I suppose - "

"Listen, darling, Adele and I have discussed it at great length, and we've decided you should just go ahead and come out. I mean, it's very fashionable to be gay nowadays. Hip people are coming out of the closet left and right. Really, you can hardly swing a dead cat in SoHo without hitting a newly outed homosexual anymore - you'd just be on the cutting edge of a trend, you know."

Quatre glared at Adele, who sank a little lower into her seat. Trowa's devotion to keeping his eyes closed remained steadfast and true. "Himeysha, I'm not sure that - "

"Yes, yes, sweetie - I know. You're concerned about what the board will say."

"Well, yes, that's part of - "

"Listen, Quatre, you just let Adele and I worry about that, all right? We've got it all planned out. Is she there?"

Quatre glared a little more, mouthing "All planned out?" across the table at her. Trowa gave up and opened one eye, shooting Adele a quizzical look with it. She sighed an unhappy yet resigned sigh before answering. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm here."

"Oh, good - there you are, darling, you were being too quiet. She's brilliant, you know, Quatre - absolutely brilliant. Adele, have you finished the schedule yet?"

"Um..." Adele looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Not yet, Ma'am - I'm still tweaking the second draft."

"Schedule?" Quatre demanded. "What schedule?"

Adele began to resent the floor for not opening up and swallowing her whole. Himeysha's voice paused for a rare moment before continuing. "Why, the schedule for outing you, darling. Isn't that what we're talking about?"

Trowa went ahead and opened his other eye, since it was obvious he wasn't getting back to his nap anytime soon. He sat up to take in the vaguely horrified look on Quatre's face. "The two of you have created a schedule for outing me?" he blurted.

Adele shrugged. "Well, it's not really finished yet..."

"Darling," Himeysha put in, "Of course we're making a schedule for outing you. Surely you don't think so little of our professionalism that you'd think we'd move forward without a plan."

Quatre said nothing, instead staring incredulously at Trowa, silently asking "Does this seem right to you?"

Trowa shook his head no.

"Now listen, sweetie, we've still got a couple of weeks before we launch, so until then you two will have to - "

"Launch?!" Quatre exclaimed. "All right, look - Trowa and I will be the ones to decide when we come out or don't. It's our relationship, and it's our decision to make, period."

Adele folded her hands into her lap, and Trowa thought she looked more than a little relieved.

"Quatre," Himeysha began, "Be reasonable, sweetie..."

"Himeysha, I'm not coming out according to anyone's schedule, and that's final!"

Himeysha was silent. Adele and Trowa were silent, she with her eyes closed and a hand at her temple, and he regarding Quatre with a quietly bemused expression. The flight attendants and the other members of Quatre's staff seated at the front of the plane were silent, staring at them over their shoulders while trying very hard to look like they weren't.

"All right, darling, I'm not going to push. You take your time, have a look at what Adele's gotten done, and we'll talk about it later, all right?"

Quatre sighed heavily. He generally hated it when his sisters took that soothing tone of voice with him, but somehow when Himeysha did it, it was all the more ingratiating. He sat back down in his seat and wondered absently when he'd gotten up. "Fine. I'll consider it, but I'm not making any promises."

"That's all I can ask of you, Quatre." She took an audible breath and switched back into her normal, frivolous voice. "Listen, darling, I've got to run - I'm at the most splendid little resort in the Bahamas - absolutely beautiful, but completely isolated. There isn't a phone or a vid feed in the whole bloody place. I had to practically marry the manager before he'd let me use his office computer, and all he has is this old voice-only phone."

Quatre and Trowa exchanged a funny look. "You are just kidding about marrying the manager, aren't you, Himeysha? You didn't really, did you?"

"Oh honestly, Quatre, of course I am. Well, I'm pretty sure I am. I mean, I did have rather a lot of rum last night, but I don't seem to have acquired any new jewelry. Anyway, I'm having a massage in a few minutes with Juan Carlos, darling. Isn't that a stunning name? He's got a bum so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. I'll call you in a few days, all right? Kisses all around, darlings - ta!"

The line clicked off, and Quatre sank back into a slump. "Adele," he began slowly, "I believe you have something you need to show me?"

"Yes, Mr. Winner," she replied, nearly jumping up from her seat. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winner."

Quatre waved it off. "It's all right. I know you have to answer to her as well as to me. I'm not going to fault you for doing your job." His gaze turned pointed. "I do want to see this schedule of yours before we get off the plane, though."

She nodded. "I'll be back in a moment, then."

Quatre watched her go before settling his gaze on Trowa. "My sister is in the Bahamas getting a massage from Juan Carlos."

Trowa nodded. "You think he'll do her feet?"

"Oh, I'm sure of it."

"I hear Tahiti is nice this time of year."

"Yes," Quatre mused, "Tahiti. We'll send Adele to Tahiti, instead. We'll have to find a replacement for Juan Carlos, though - by the time my sister is done with him, he'll be turned off women forever."

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