Christian POV
Upon his arrival in the Antwerp Harbor, Christian realized taking a cargo ship would take too long. He’d calculated that without any storm holding them back, it would take at least 10 days to get to New York. Realizing the other Alphas might not have that long, he took a cab to Antwerp International Airport.
He would have to wing it from there, no pun intended.
When he got there, he’d tossed the cab driver some money, before walking inside the airport. It wasn’t a large one like the one he’d once seen in Brussels, but as long as he could get to his destination, it would do just fine.
He took a deep breath and looked around, scanning the room for the stewardess who was most likely to fall for his charm. He would have to depend on his good looks and physique to pull this on
