It was almost three in the afternoon when Chloe and the gang had finally disembarked from the plane. The flight to Wellington was supposed to last a little over three hours but due to turbulence, they were stuck in the air for almost four hours.
The kids were tired, they were all famished.
“What’s the matter with you?” Chloe asked Dean.
She was seated next to him on the plane, and she had noticed his sour mood ever since he took that call that morning. It was rare to see him that way and it worried her.
“Nothing. I’m fine,” Dean answered dismissively as he sat on the passenger seat, pulling his sunglasses down to hide half of his face.
Jack, on the other hand, snorted as he assumed the driver’s seat while grumbling, “Had I known I’ll be the driver on this trip, I would have brought
