The hum of the private jet’s engines filled the cabin, steady and low, like white noise. I leaned back in the plush leather seat, my head tipped against the headrest, staring at the untouched glass of sparkling water in front of me.
My fingers drummed absently on the armrest as Mark’s earlier report swirled in my head. Profits were up, the numbers were good, but the restlessness I’d been feeling lately didn’t give a damn about numbers. Something was missing, and I couldn’t figure out what.
The sharp click of heels pulled me out of my thoughts. A flight attendant slid into my line of sight, her nails a pristine red that matched her lipstick. "Mr. Caldwell," she purred, holding a fresh bottle of water. Her smile was coy, her tone dripping with suggestion. "Can I get you anything else? Per
