She Stole My Seat on My Private Jet. She Forgot I Owned the Sky.

stepped fully into the cabin.

My heels made one clean sound against the polished floor.

The pilot, Captain Reeves, stood at the cockpit entrance, his jaw tight.

He had flown me for six years.

He had flown me before Graham ever learned how to pronounce Gulfstream without sounding impressed by himself.

Behind him, the co-pilot looked at his tablet, then at continue reading …