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

sitting in the library with a glass of water and the signed covenant documents in front of me.

He smelled like smoke, gin, and her perfume.

He kissed the top of my head.

“Still awake?”

“Yes.”

He loosened his tie.

“Big weekend.”

“Yes.”

He looked at the papers.

“What’s all that?”

“Foundation work.”

He did not ask further.

Graham had never been interested in documents continue reading …