They landed a few hours later at the small airport terminal in Grays Harbour, Neil sitting beside the pilot in the small commuter plane they had transferred to from Seattle. The ride had been bumpy, and Candy was chilled even though her gray, cloak sweater had been overly warm in Mexico, but then, she did have bare legs under her thin skirt and bare feet in her sandals. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she tried to think of what she might have packed that was warmer. Of all the new clothes Neil had bought her, there wasn’t a single pair of jeans in the bundle. For some reason, he was obsessed with the idea of her wearing skirts. Maybe that was because they spent more time in bed than out, and he preferred the convenience of it. The fact was that Candy couldn’t complain, because s*x
