CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They’d been in the air for over a half hour, but Angie’s anger was still at a near boil, and she hadn’t spoken to Ian or his teammates yet. Sitting in one of the luxury seats in the first of two rows of four seats across, she’d placed her laptop on the one seat between her and the aisle in a blatant act that told the others not to attempt to sit with her. As much as she wanted answers, she didn’t think she could face them just yet without wanting to throw something at one of them, especially Ian.
The three of them were behind her somewhere. She’d been so pissed when she’d boarded that the rest of the interior of the small jet was a blur to her. Now, as she stared out the window at nothing but clouds, she replayed the past few weeks over and over in her head. One of the t
