Chapter 49

• When Devin had said they were flying, Rayne didn’t realize he meant on a private jet. He had a private jet at his disposal. They’d driven in his SUV to a small airport of and from there they had loaded up his carefully packed paintings and flown to a much larger airport. How much were his paintings worth? She knew art and knew they were good—but he had a jet.
• She sat looking out the window, even though he had suggested she get up and wander around. The interior of the jet wasn’t overly decorated, but it was nice enough that she knew it was a personal private jet and not one that was rented to the public.
• Rayne wasn’t feeling quite right, but she didn’t want to bother Devin with it though. He was talking to the pilot. She rubbed a hand over her forehead, she felt really off today and she hoped it was just from the packing and flying. She didn’t want to spend the next few days in bed with the flu or something. Rayne meant it when she’d told him she would mingle at his opening. She had a few moments of panic at the thought of going, afraid of Aiden showing up or finding out she had been there. It had taken a bit of time before she realized that in all the years she’d known Aiden, he’d never gone across the border for any reason that she knew of, so the chances of him coincidentally showing up at a gallery show in Toronto was slim enough to push worry from her mind.