They did find something in her size. Hailey guessed that it wasn't all supermodels that used private jets. It was a life she only reported on and didn't live it. The blouse and pants fit her well and it was the nicest material she'd ever worn that wasn't cotton. Silk maybe? She didn't know and she wasn't going to ask and show her ignorance.
She intended to fake it until this was all over. She would walk off this plane as if she dated rock stars every day. Noah wasn't better than her.
“The coast still looks clear. Just one person is wandering around the tarmac," the pilot said.
Noah nodded. “Thanks." He turned his gaze to Hailey. “You ready?"
“As I'll ever be."
They stood as the pilot opened the airstairs. The warmth of the sun hit Hailey and she blinked as she put her foot on the fir
