When they left the reception and headed for the airport Reagan asked a million questions about where they were going, but Lucas wouldn’t even give her a hint, other than to tell her it was someplace she would love and a place where absolutely no one would bother them.
They flew on his company’s private jet and Reagan continued to try and get out of him along the way where they were going. Lucas looked amused each time she guessed and held firm to not even giving her a clue. When the plane began to descend, she looked out the window and all she could see below them were snow-capped mountain ranges.
“Switzerland?” she said.
Lucas’ lips quirked. “Nope.”
“Wait! Oh my God! Lucas! What is that?” she asked excitedly, pointing to one of the snowy peaks. It was surrounded by very little earth a
