Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Thankfully, this was the last flight of my day, and I would be off work for three days. My patience with people was growing thin, and I needed a break.
Three
Hale
The bastard was so busy watching the flight attendant’s ass every time she walked past that he wasn’t aware of anyone around him. When he wasn’t checking her out, he was on his phone, texting.
At first, I’d thought she was just a good distraction. I’d known he was on this flight since I had been tracking him for seventy-two hours now, but I felt it was time for him to realize we were onto him. When he finally noticed I was sitting one row behind him, across the aisle, things should get more interesting.
We’d just risen above ten thousand feet, and the hot piece-of-ass flight attendant had unbuckled and walked out from the galley. He seemed to know her, but I couldn’t tell from her expressions just how well. She wasn’t very expressive, making her thoughts hard to read. That was one of my strengths, yet this female was making it difficult.
I had noticed that she knew his drink order. That could mean he was on a lot of her flights or…she knew him when she wasn’t working. He’d grabbed her wrist earlier, and she had stiffened, but that could be because she didn’t want others to notice. Vilmer was a married man. If the other flight attendant who was working the back of the plane saw their familiarity, she could say something.
I realized I was watching the raven-haired beauty more than I was Vilmer and shifted my gaze back to the reason I was here. Linc had been right; McKenzie was doing someone’s bidding. I just wasn’t sure whose yet. For a dumb shit, he was doing a damn good job at not sharing the identity of who he was more scared of than us. Because he was gambling with his life and he knew it.
The first-class flight attendant laughed at something McKenzie had said, and the sound grated on my nerves. But to be honest, I had little patience with women in general. I wanted to fuck them but preferred they didn’t talk. If they just looked pretty and were quiet, they’d be perfect.
Scowling down at my phone, I checked the time. We still had an hour left in this flight. Tracking Vilmer had meant I’d had to spend a day flying only to go fucking nowhere. I’d be back in DC soon, and I could spend some time with the one female who didn’t annoy me. My little girl.
I’d been busy since arriving in DC, but then so had she. This was the life she’d grown up in, and she understood it well. I wished she’d move back to Madison, but she had made a life in DC, and I had accepted it. She hadn’t really given me a choice, but then the girl was as fucking stubborn as her mother had been.
A shadow fell over me, and I lifted my gaze back up to see the flight attendant.
Blue eyes stared at me warily and shifted to the man beside me before focusing back on me. “Would you like anything?” she asked.
It was then I realized she was holding a basket filled with snacks. I didn’t even give it a look. There was nothing in there I’d want to eat. Just like this fucking whiskey that tasted like ass. I hated flying commercial.
I shook my head and looked back down at my phone. I waited until the man beside me took two packs of cookies and the woman left before lifting my gaze back up to see her walking away. Again, Vilmer reached out and grabbed her wrist. She stopped, and he said something that caused her to lean down. He whispered in her ear.
There was something there. They knew each other. That wasn’t typical behavior. This was a domestic flight, and it was late. She wouldn’t be going on another one tonight. DC was either her home base or she was going to a hotel. Could be she was going somewhere with Vilmer. I might just follow this one. Men were stupid when it came to cunts, and this one was out of Vilmer McKenzie’s league, which meant he’d be sloppy. Maybe she was connected with the man he was working for.
Smirking into my glass of awful whiskey, I drank down the rest.
She disappeared into the galley again, and Vilmer unbuckled and stood. I watched him while he opened the overhead bin and pulled out a briefcase. Just before he turned to sit down, his gaze met mine, and he stilled. His color slightly paled as I winked at him and took another drink. He swallowed hard, making his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, then shoved his briefcase back in the bin before sitting down.