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inwardly because now we'd really have to fly to California to make this journey look authentic. I wished I could just tell him who I was and what we were doing, but there was no way in Hell he'd understand. So I beamed at him and jumped up, dragging him to his feet. "Come one. We've got lots of packing to do."
     
Chapter 6 – Disneyland
    "Ladies and gentlemen," the pilot announced through the intercom. "Thank you for flying Southwest Flight 156 to Los Angeles.
    We'll be landing shortly. I hope everyone had a pleasant journey. The weather here's ninety degrees, so make sure you get out your shades.
    Have a wonderful day and thank you for flying with us."
    Dallas pushed his sunglasses down the brim of his nose.
    "California here we come." I laughed. He looked so adorable with that giant grin on his face.
    The flight attendant's voice echoed through the aircraft, "Folks, please gather all of your belongings as you exit the plane. If you do leave something behind, please ensure it's something we want. And one last note, no leaving small children or ugly spouses."
    Dallas chuckled.
    The plane jerked and I hit my head against the seat. Were we landing or were we being shot down? I turned to face Dallas and pointed to his seat belt. "Fasten up tighter, babe, because it's going to be a very bumpy ride."
    "Bring it on." Dallas flashed me his carefree grin, all white teeth gleaming.
    My lips pressed together in a line. He had no idea what I was really talking about. A bumpy ride didn't even begin to describe my whacky family.

    Sitting on the bed in a cheap motel in Los Angeles, I wondered what I'd been thinking dragging Dallas into my affairs. Since our flight landed two hours ago, I'd been brainstorming ways to smuggle Dallas into Hell without his knowing, but I had yet to come up with something useful.
    Knock him over the head and drag him in there by his hair, Kinky suggested.
    Pinky tsked. Neanderthal .
    I ignored them because I just realised I had another problem I didn't consider while extending my invitation: how was I going to explain Dallas's arrival to Dad? What happened to my resolution to keep his existence a secret until I knew for sure our relationship was going somewhere? As usual, my big mouth had to speak before my lazy brain kicked into motion. It was too late to change plans now, so I'd have to find a way to prep Dad before he blew my cover and Dallas found out he dated Lucifer's daughter.
    I knocked on the bathroom door. "Dallas? Are you remodeling the bathroom?" He'd been in there for ages. What took him so long?
    "Just a second," he yelled back.
     
    I returned to my place on the bed and started tapping my fingers on the brown covers. No one ever made me wait. He was lucky we had a connection, otherwise I might've been inclined to make him aware of this tiny detail in a rather unpleasant way. Like kicking the door open and pulling him out of there and into the scorching depths of my father's abode.
    Ten long minutes later, he finally made his entrance, dressed in faded blue jeans, and a black shirt, showing off his muscles. His usual leather jacket was draped over his arm. A dog tag adorned his wrist.
    Why it took him an hour to slip into his attire was beyond me. While I found he looked absolutely hot, I doubted Dad would be particularly keen on the rocker style. He ran a hand through his dark, shaggy hair, making my heart melt.
    Dallas stopped in front of me, brows drawn. I raised my brows.
    What was he waiting for?
    "Well?" He held out his hands. "How do I look?"
    "You're wearing that?" I pointed at the tight shirt.
    "Well, yeah. It's my best outfit. I thought it'd make sense to keep it informal, but not too casual."
    Not too casual? I laughed. "Great. Now can we go?" Dad had given me ten minutes and I was turning up twenty-four hours later.
    He'd be barking mad.
    "Do you think I should change into something else?"
    "No, you're fine. You'll make quite the impression, trust me." I jumped up and grabbed my