Andrea woke before the alarm, suitcase already by the door. She dressed in a dark brown skirt and cream blouse: buttons done high, sleeves cuffed and armor in place. Mindy’s voice echoed again “Just have fun. No overthinking.”
The SUV for their departure waited outside. Henry was already in the back seat wearing a dark suit, no tie and sunglasses reflecting the gray dawn. He didn’t look up from his phone as she slid in. The door closed and silence swallowed them.
Andrea stared at passing streets. His cologne filled up the space between them. She crossed her legs and her skirt rode up an inch. His gaze flicked down once, then away as his jaw tightened.
The private jet was luxurious. It waited on the tarmac, sleek and gleaming. They boarded without greeting, cream leather seats facing ea
