Kate's POV
I straightened the last line on my tablet.
Outside the jet window, the sky was buried under a blanket of milk white cloud. A few days ago, my flight to Seattle had been my first time on a helicopter. Now I was on my first private jet, and somehow neither felt as remarkable as the file glowing on the screen in front of me.
I studied the rendering for a long moment, double checking the floor lamps, the window placement, every last pixel. Satisfied, I tapped Send.
The draft, late by nearly a week, was officially out of my hands.
I sank back into the buttery leather seat and exhaled.
Two days had passed since the nightmare in that Seattle hotel room. Two days since I had felt my body and my reality tear themselves apart at the seams.
The three men who had broken into my room
