“I’m not exactly generous, and I don’t have a habit of letting strangers hitch a free ride on my plane. So what should I do…”
Charlie said offhandedly, watching Kyle’s face darken with frustration and that sour look of swallowing his pride. Then he suddenly chuckled and changed his tone, “Tell you what—since we’re both from Vanclyn, I’ll give you the market price. Just remember to transfer the money, Mr. Jackson.”
He spoke like a charitable saint, the kind who dispensed kindness from on high.
Kyle was fuming—his lungs nearly exploded.
But there was nothing he could do. He had no choice but to endure it. After all, he needed a ride on Clemens’ damn plane.
Candice pretended she hadn’t heard their exchange.
Deep down, she mused: Kyle probably hasn’t taken this kind of humiliation since
