DREW GRIMACED AS TRIXIE accepted the water bottle with a curt nod, then turned back toward the window, her face a mask that gave away nothing.
She’s closed off. And she’s sitting as far away from me as she can. What the hell did I do last night? Although he could remember most of it, some parts were still fuzzy.
They rode to the airstrip in silence. Drew wanted to be the one to extend his hand to help her out of the car just so he’d have an excuse to touch her. But Jack, his very capable driver for the last seven years, beat him to it.
He clenched his fists and willed himself to act casually.
Maybe I can get her to talk to me during the flight. It can’t stay this way between us the whole trip.
When he gestured for her to go first up the short flight of stairs into the plane, she nodde
