Susan knew not to draw conclusions based on a woman’s size, but she looked so…fragile. Jumping at every disturbance like she’d never been out in the world.
Now she was frozen rigid in her seat. Her arms were clamped to the chair arms as if they were flying through severe levels of turbulence, the knuckles already going white.
Susan almost scooped up Sadie, but her dog knew people. She wouldn’t have chosen Miranda’s lap without a good reason. Susan left Sadie where she was.
Still, it was incomprehensible that Susan had been scrambled on an elite C-37B, one that was supposed to be taking Admiral Stanislaw back to DC right now, to fetch this woman out of all of the possibilities.
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