TWENTY-SEVEN
THE PLANE WAITING FOR them was smaller than the one they’d arrived in. Tess was put in a corner and ignored. Thank God. As soon as the wheels left the runway, relief flooded her; they were finally returning.
Vegas never looked so good.
Until leaving it, she’d taken her home country for granted. That was how she explained away the overwhelming rush of emotion when her feet met Nevada tarmac. Her bag was dumped in the trunk of the sedan while the wand-waving security guy from London herded her into the back.
Trying not to assume what would happen next, she ignored Zeus and stared at the back of the driver’s head. Going straight to the desert house was a pipedream. That was proved when they drove to Hugo’s hotel. At least it was familiar, that was something.
How much time wo
