—Alec—
The afternoon sun spilled across the runway as the Phoenix900, the pride of Han Air's private fleet, rolled to a graceful stop before the hangar.
A faint smile touched my lips.
The door hissed open—and absolutely no one but Kyu-hun emerged from the craft in a tan coat and aviator sunglasses.
“Annyeong, Mr. Billionaire!” He grinned and descended the stairs. “Where’s my red carpet? And the band?”
“Hello, Kyu-hun.” I stepped away from the convoy and brought forward a hand for a handshake.
“Are you kidding me?”
He pulled me into a hug, gave my shoulder a friendly pat, then strode toward the convoy with his arms spread wide.
“God, I miss this city!” he shouted.
I grinned, adjusting my sunglasses. There was never a dull moment with him. I turned around and joined him in the car.
