There were sandwiches and cookies waiting for them on the plane which could have held eighteen or twenty people instead of only the four of them and the pilot and co-pilot. The flight from San Juan lasted almost two hours and Cam felt the plane bank into turns several times so it was impossible to determine which direction they had come and exactly how far. For all she knew, they were still in Puerto Rico, or even back on one of the Keys, but from the heat that still radiated from the land at nine o’clock at night, Cam ventured that they were farther south than that. During the flight, Michael had been congenial, talking to both Cam and Maggie, but mainly to Charlie. It seemed that they were very good friends, perhaps lovers?
On the plane, Cam had been completely mesmerized by Michael’s h
