9
THUNDERSTORMS HAD plagued the Van Nuys airport throughout the night. This morning it was still raining, but the tower had given pilots clearance to fly. Scarlett shook out her umbrella.
“Good morning, David. Scarlett.” Lucan barely acknowledged her as he stepped onto the firm’s private aircraft at the Van Nuys airport. His eyes were sunken and smudged with dark circles as if he’d been up all night.
Scarlett wondered why.
After Lucan boarded, Scarlett hesitated before stepping aboard. “I didn’t know he was coming with us, David.”
“Neither did I. Not until four o’clock this morning.” David yawned. “Sleep is clearly optional at Marsh & Gold.”
“You’re just noticing that, partner?” Scarlett grinned. As much as she thought their roles should be reversed, David was such a likable guy she
