The following morning after breakfast, Hyde drove us to the Martinsburg Airfield, and his—our—private jet flew us to the airport closest to Cadwalader, which happened to be Philadelphia International.
Armitage had reserved a Honda CR-V EX-L for us, so we went to Zone 2 outside baggage claim to pick it up. The drive to Cadwalader was going to take about an hour and a half, and while Hyde drove, I finished up the sketches of the child’s room I planned to submit to my client…my client!…in a week or so when I’d fly out to LA where he was working on his latest movie to meet with him and his wife. And Hyde would be accompanying me, rather than the other way around.
Not that I minded being my husband’s eye candy, but I was looking forward to him being mine.
I realized the car had stopped movin
