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The buzz of her phone woke Morgan and she felt around for it on the chair next to her.
"I know where you need to go next." Martin's enthusiastic bounce was evident even at this early hour. Morgan pulled up the blind on the window of the plane, squinting a little. It was just after dawn. Fingers of pink touched the skyline of the city and thin clouds were highlighted with the golden glow of morning.
She sat up, pulling the blanket off. Jake was still sleeping in the chair next to her, his handsome face marred with a little frown, as if he was solving impossible problems in his dreams. She nudged his chair with her hip as she stood up and his eyes flicked open, his hands coming up in automatic defense. He relaxed as he saw her.
"Go ahead, Martin," she said, switching to speakerphone a
