Larissa's POV
The flight took two hours, and soon, the jet touched down on an airstrip in Kentucky with a gentle bump. Now that we were no longer thousands of feet in the air, Brayden looked even more relieved. He played it cool like he hadn’t spent the entire flight time holding onto my hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality.
The flight attendant opened the door and the stairs descended onto the small, private runway. Brayden and I descended the stairs and he looked even more relieved to be on solid ground again. Anxious Brayden was gone and calm, calculating Brayden was back in place.
Outside, the small airstrip was mostly empty, save for a handful of workers pulling our luggage from the jet’s undercarriage and into a rental car.
“That's ours?” I asked, nodding tow
