Griffin
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Cora asks as she looks out the airplane window at the ocean.
I lean back in my seat and shake my head. “No. You’ll see when we get there. It shouldn’t be too much longer now.”
Cora pulls her feet up to the edge of her seat, hugging her knees to her chest. “When you told me that we were going away for the long weekend, I didn’t expect a private plane,” she says.
“You should start expecting that.” I look down at the contract on the table in front of me.
Dozens of page flags stick out of the side, and I still have to finish reviewing a few files before we land in a few hours.
I want to have all my work done so I can spend as much time with Cora as possible.
Was whisking her away one of my better ideas? Yes.
Have I done this for any
