Too late I figured out why.
“Stay behind me,” Trenton barked, swinging open the passenger side door.
Stef pushed up her cleavage in the low-cut pink shirt she was wearing and blew herself a kiss before stepping outside the van.
Sweat was pooling in my armpits because I’d worn my warmest sweater like an i***t and my heart was still beating too fast. My hair was plastered to my face. My cheeks were bright red. I was going to trip and fall and embarrass myself…
“Come on,” Stefanie hissed at me.
I took a steadying breath and tried to smile. It probably looked like more of a grimace as I stepped onto the sidewalk while the cameras flashed and a group of people clustered outside a roped off section to the terminal.
Two burly men in black jeans and tops who smelled like humans but looked li
