Chapter 24

Sloane

An hour later, Vance’s hand is locked around mine as we cross the tarmac. The wind bites, sharp and merciless, but not as sharp as the sight in front of me.

That jet?

That monster of a jet?

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Vance glances back, smirking. “Quit staring, kitten. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“I’m not—” I start, but he’s already dragging me forward, his pace ruthless, impatient, l