Bram settled beside her in the jet, while Gahn sat across, eyes shut. The steward slid coffees onto the table.
“Bram, it was really thoughtful of you to get all those gifts for the pups,” Dahlia said, raising an eyebrow.
“Wasn’t me,” Bram replied, shrugging. “Some anonymous pack member stepped up.”
“Seriously? I’ve got to meet them. That’s borderline saintly. Must be one hell of a person,” Dahlia said, taking a slow sip of her coffee.
Gahn stared out the window, avoiding her gaze. Why won’t he look at me? Dahlia wondered. She pushed back her chair and headed to the back of the private jet where Jason and Todd were seated.
"Well, have you figured out how to decorate your cabin yet?" Dahlia asked, leaning against the doorway.
Todd glanced up at her. "You don’t give a damn about my deco
