Chapter Thirty-Five
“Do you have her?”
Grant Christo looked over to the sleeping woman next him on the plane and smiled to himself. “Oh yes, I have her.” He heard Tamara’s soft laugh.
“Good.”
The flight attendant glared at him then and he hung up, giving her an apologetic look. “Sorry, all done.”
The attendant looked appeased. She nodded to Sofia’s sleeping form. “Would she like another pillow?”
“That would be lovely, thank you.” Grant needn’t tell the attendant that with the strong sedative he had drugged Sofia with, she wouldn’t notice if she was sleeping on a rock, she’s be out until they landed in New York.
The attendant brought the pillow and Grant dutifully tucked it under Sofia’s head. She didn’t even stir. Grant swept a lock of black hair away from her face and pressed his l
