James.
As soon as I managed to get things situated with my uncle, I took the next private flight out headed for New Zealand. I was tired of counting on someone else to keep what belonged to me safe. I had s**t to correct and things to make right, and now was the time to do it.
With everything going on and too many whispers circulating around the Michaelson brothers moving in on Neal, I couldn't hold off in the hope he would be able to handle his s**t.
From the sounds of it, he had not a single f*cking clue what he was doing.
The moment the plane finally landed in New Zealand, I took in the same beauty that must have captivated Becca to begin with. Everything was so green, and the atmosphere of the place when you stepped off the plane was just—breathtaking.
“Damn, this place is nice,"
