Chapter Ten
Stepping out of the jet, instead of the muggy Chicago air hitting her nostrils, Felicity took the stairs from the door of the plane into the arid Texas heat. There was nothing but an endless expanse of dusty cowboy landscape that seemed to go on forever. She turned back.
“What the hell’s going on?” she shook her head. No one on the plane had any answers for her. This was Grant’s orders. She was to be taken to his ranch.
For a half an hour before she finally disembarked, she argued with the pilot until he ordered her out. She pleaded with one of Grant’s mid-level executives for the use of the phone to call him in Switzerland.
“It won’t do any good, Miss Moon,” Doug Ritter told her. “I have my orders.” He was a stone-faced, black-eyed robot sort of fellow with a lazy Texas dr
