WYNE'S POV
The announcement that we were about to land finally came through the speakers. I glanced at the woman sleeping on my shoulder.
Still asleep. Of course.
I looked out the window, where the beautiful coastline of Puerto Rico was gradually coming into view. The clear blue waters, the lush greenery, and the sunlight reflecting off the buildings made for quite a sight.
Anyone else would have been excited to see it.
My attention, however, was occupied by a certain sleeping menace who seemed determined to spend the entire flight unconscious.
I gently squeezed her hand.
"Madelyn."
Nothing. I looked down at her.
"We're landing."
Nothing again. I raised an eyebrow. Seriously? I leaned a little closer.
"Madelyn Davenport, if you don't wake up in the next ten seconds, I'm leaving
