Saturday. Private Plane.
THERE WAS NO TURNING back.
This wasn't exactly news to Ivy.
They'd been in the air for close to three hours. She'd barely slept between nursing the soreness that came from having everything on her body waxed to packing and her unexpected visit from Killam.
What the hell had the man been thinking to drop in like that? And why did he seem to get under her skin by simply breathing?
No matter. It didn't appear as though Jabir had his new girls on surveillance, so she was safe. Explaining Killam's visit would have been damn hard. And yet, she was glad they'd had the chance to talk. He was still every bit the lone wolf she'd pegged him as, but he did seem to have a soul in there. She'd been caught off-guard by his attempt to talk her out of this gig. She couldn't decide if she was irritated or touched by his attempt at chivalry. Or whatever it was.