Cade:
The car rolled to a stop at the private terminal. I was already scrolling through emails on my phone when I felt her shift beside me.
“What is that?” Cierra’s voice cracked, equal parts disbelief and accusation.
I lifted my eyes from the screen. The jet waited sleek and silver under the floodlights on the tarmac, a crew standing at the bottom of the steps. Nothing unusual.
“It’s our ride,” I said simply, sliding my phone into my jacket pocket.
Her mouth fell open. “Our ride?” She stared like she’d just stepped into another universe. “That’s not a ride, that’s… that’s a floating mansion.”
I almost smiled, but stopped myself. “You expected coach?”
She gaped at me, then looked back at the jet. “I didn’t expect this. I didn’t even know you—or Logan—had this kind of money.”
I adju
