Gavin
I stood motionless at the airstrip beside my Mercedes, trying to practice patience and failing miserably. It wasn’t a strong suit of mine, never had been and probably never would be. Checking my wristwatch again, I blew out a slow breath. Emma was late.
The aircraft attendant emerged from the hangar, looking annoyed. Despite the cool temperatures, sweat dotted his forehead and upper lip. “Mr. Kingsley, I’m sorry but we need to get moving. We’ve delayed the takeoff as long as we can.”
I nodded. “One more minute. If she doesn’t show, we’ll go.”
He gave me a curt nod and scurried off again.
Where the f**k are they?
I tried calling Ben once more, only to get his voicemail. Again.
Just as I was about to call it and head to the jet, a black limousine turned onto the tarmac, rolling
