Chapter 82

• By the time I made it to the airport, I was fucking sick of driving, and my goddamn ass hurt from sitting for so long. James had sent us three states over to fly us out. I understood why, but Jesus Christ, it was a pain in my fucking neck.
• One of James’s men moved forward to open Juliana’s door when I got out, and I growled, snapping my fingers at him to bring him to a halt. “Touch that door, and James will be down one man,” I warned him.
• He swallowed thickly and stepped back a few feet, nodding once. I grabbed the bag out of the backseat and shouldered it before I rounded the truck and opened her door, gently lifting her off of the seat.