Two days later...
The SUV door clicked shut behind me. The warm midday sun glinted off the polished surface of the private jet waiting on the runway.
I adjusted my sunglasses as I stepped onto the tarmac, my designer weekender bag slung over one shoulder. Sloane walked beside me, her hair pinned into a stylish bun and an oversized tote in hand.
“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” I muttered under my breath.
Sloane grinned, “Because we failed to settle on our own, how to spend our two-week break.”
I let out a low breath as we climbed the steps. At the top, Ramona stood by the cabin entrance, effortlessly poised in an ivory linen jumpsuit, her hazel eyes hidden behind tinted Dior shades.
“Hello, ladies,” she purred smoothly. “Welcome aboard.”
“Hey,” I said, holding my voice
