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

unless they came with applause.

He poured himself bourbon and leaned against the fireplace.

“My mother thinks you should skip Palm Beach.”

I looked up.

“Does she?”

He stared into his glass.

“She thinks things have been tense.”

“That’s one word for it.”

His jaw tightened.

“Don’t start.”

There it was.

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