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I force myself to relax. “Where is he? Are we getting the Euro-tunnel, or a ferry?”

“New York.”

“New York?” I freeze in the doorway and gawk at him. “As in, East Coast of America?”

“Where else?”

My heart rattles against its cage.

“You’re making us late.” He looks down his nose at me until I move. He closes the door and I stumble in my heels as I try to keep up with the long strides he takes across the driveway toward a sleek black town car.

A driver opens the rear door as we approach, and I give him a bewildered smile, before sliding into the leather interior. Jet climbs in beside me and the door is shut behind him.

“Where are we going?”

I perch on the edge of my seat as the driver climbs in and starts the engine.

“Fasten your belt,” Jet instructs.

“I can’t go to New York. I don’t have a passport,” I say, so close to the edge of my seat that one small move of the car and I’ll end up on my ass in the footwell.

“Fasten your belt,” he repeats.

My heart hammers as I stare at him. New York?

A fresh masculine aftershave mixed with mint assaults me as Jet leans over me, making me fall back into the seat. His left cheek is so close I can see every single one of his thick, dark eyelashes. He clears his throat, the vibration rolling through me as he pulls my seat belt over my chest and clicks it, before moving back to his own seat.

“You told me yesterday that your meeting was in London,” I say as he signals the driver to go.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

He pulls a laptop out from a compartment by his seat and opens it.

“I said I was meeting Callaghan today. I didn’t say where. Although, plans change in business. We don’t all get to work from someone else’s pool house every day.”

My blood boils at the way his face remains calm, like insinuating I’m abusing his father’s hospitality is just small talk and not rude and insulting.

Arrogant jerk.

“So, Callaghan’s in New York?”

“Yes.” He begins typing on his laptop.

“And you’re going there to meet him?”

“No.”

Thank god. I exhale and sink back into the seat. It must be a video meeting. My mind must have been playing tricks on me earlier when I thought Jet said we were leaving the country. That’ll teach me for staying up late trying to write.

“We’regoing there to meet him.”

I swing to face him so fast my brain rattles.

“But I don’t have a passport.”

“An inconvenience, I must say.” He scowls at me like I planned the entire thing to piss him off. “If you can’t handle lending me yourexpertisefor these meetings, Ava, just say it and save us both the time. It makesno difference to me.” His focus returns to his laptop screen.

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