CHAPTER SEVEN
As the plane cruised at thirty-three thousand feet, the interior cabin lights dimmed. The engines droned, but unlike the white noise device Niko traveled with, the sound did not soothe him. With so many things weighing on his mind, sleep eluded him. But a busy day lay ahead. He should try to relax.
Niko pressed the button on the armrest. The leather seat reclined into a more comfortable position, but a continuous stream of information flowed through his brain. Thoughts about Vernonia, Julianna, his father, and most especially the woman sitting in the seat next to him.
Isabel.
He angled toward her.
She sat with her seat reclined and her head resting against a pillow. She’d fallen asleep after struggling against her heavy, drooping eyelids and drawn-out yawns for almost an
