The ride to the airstrip was uneventful, but my mind was anything but calm. I tried to keep my thoughts straight, tried to remind myself of the defiance I still had, but it was hard with Marshall so close. Every time I thought I could steel myself against him, his presence would pull me back, trapping me in this twisted push and pull of attraction and disgust.
When we finally arrived, Marshall was quick to slide out of the car, offering me his hand. I ignored it and stepped out on my own, ignoring the twinge of satisfaction I felt when he didn’t push the issue. Tony had already started making calls, his deep voice murmuring orders into his phone as he headed toward the small office building near the strip. The air was crisp, with the faint smell of jet fuel in the distance—a reminder that
