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A scant few hours later, Logan wanted to strangle Connell. Maybe punch, kick, or bite him. Although, she wouldn’t do the latter because she had a sneaking suspicion he’d like it. And he was having too good a time as it was.
He was watching her now, his eyes dancing with smug amusement as she twisted and shifted uncomfortably in the small, but luxuriously appointed jet.
She had been fine until the moment the cabin had been pressurized. Then all hell had broken loose in her head. As the plane climbed to its cruising altitude, a weight settled on her chest as an unfamiliar feeling grew in the pit of her stomach.
With some surprise, she realized the new feeling was panic. Completely discomfited, she focused on taking deep breaths, but the more she tried to calm herself, the more her tens
