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“What? She looks rested.”

Her eyes narrowed on him.

“I wasn’t aware the treatment came with public reviews.”

Rory looked down, hiding a smile.

Gabriel grinned. “I like her.”

Isabella crossed the cabin and slipped into the seat beside me.

“Did I miss anything important?”

“Only Gabriel discovering another reason someone might shoot him.”

She smiled.

Seeing her smile was a hell of an improvement.

I handed her a bottle of water while Lucian passed over a plate with fruit, crackers, and cheese.

“You should eat before we land.”

“Yes, boss.”

I glanced at her.

She gave me an innocent expression that fooled absolutely no one.

“We’ll be landing soon, and there will be a customs agent meeting the plane. Aria is waiting at the FBO with the rest of your paperwork.”

Isabella’s smile faded slightly.

“Customs?”

“Routine private arrival,” Nik said. “The officer assigned to us knows this aircraft and knows my people. Your documents match the manifest. Answer what he asks and don’t volunteer a life story.”

“I think I can manage that.”

I reached for her hand, and she threaded her fingers through mine.

“Aria also has coats,” Nik added. “You’re about to discover why.”

“Is it cold?”

Lucian laughed.

“You have no idea.”

“Storm’s coming,” Gabriel said. “A nor’easter’s supposed to hit overnight.”

Nik nodded. “The forecast keeps getting worse. Could be two feet by morning.”

Isabella’s eyes widened. “Two feet of snow?”

“Aye, Mouse. Welcome to New York.”

The pilot’s voice came through the cabin a few minutes later, asking us to secure ourselves for descent.