9
PIPER
My eyes were wide as I stood on the tarmac outside the hanger where the Wrights kept their private jet. Some part of me had known that the Wrights had their own jet. I’d heard it mentioned that Jensen Wright flew up to New York City on the regular to see his son. That Jordan and Annie had flown to Seattle in it. Still, somehow, I hadn’t known. And I’d certainly never thought I’d be on it.
But Jordan shrugged like it was nothing and said, “I got us the jet. It made more sense.”
I blinked at Blaire. “It just made sense.”
She cracked up and pushed me. “I’m not going to argue with him, are you?”
“Nope!”
I slung my weekend bag over my shoulder and followed Blaire up the stairs onto the Wright jet. Dallas was five hours away. We would have needed two cars to get all of us there. T
