Jacob
The flight home was relatively quiet and peaceful. Ciaran had been busy on his tablet again. I guess it was something to do with one of many of the business he ran. He spoke in Irish on occasions at a guess he was swearing at someone's incompetence. I chuckled quietly. I knew only too well how that was. I was usually on the receiving end of an i***t's balls up.
Someone was going to feel his wrath once we landed one way or another.
His hand fell on my knee, squeezing it. I looked at him, he grinned and I smiled. I'd never been so grateful to another person as I was to him. He'd risked everything just so I could see my best friend renew her wedding vows.
I know I've already thanked him, but I wish I could do more.
The jet juddered as it landed on the airfield.
We all unbuckled ou
