about a movie star on her way to New Orleans because her mother had been murdered, accompanied by a brief video clip of her, her assistant and one great big man he took to be a bodyguard moving through the airport, his heart skipped a beat. It was also apparent that Sahara had flown commercial. Once again, through no fault of his own, his plans had failed. But it was just as well. She was coming to him. He’d get her on his own turf.
* * *
Sahara woke up hours into the flight and took the cold soda she was offered, sipping it slowly while ever conscious of the looming presence of the man beside her. He was remarkably quiet. The only time he spoke was to dissuade passengers from stopping to talk or to ask for autographs. Another hour passed before Sahara finally tapped his arm.
“I need to use the restroom,” she whispered.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and stepped into the aisle to let her pass, then followed her to the front of the plane.
He looked inside the cramped bathroom cubicle before he let her in, then turned around to face the people in the plane with an emotionless expression. Within a few minutes he felt a hand on his back. He glanced over his shoulder to nod at her and then led the way back to their seats.
“Everything okay?” Brendan asked once they were seated.
She saw the genuine concern on his face and nodded, grateful that Harold had the foresight to choose a man like this.
Another hour passed, and the closer they got to New Orleans, the more anxious Sahara became. By the time they began preparing for landing, she was so tense it felt like she was vibrating from the inside out.
Fifteen years.
She hadn’t been here in fifteen years and had never planned to come to this city again. Now she would have to play the role of her life by pretending to be the grieving daughter. It wasn’t going to be easy. How did you grieve for someone who’d never loved you—never wanted you in her life? And the fact that her father was missing made her extra anxious. If he showed up and she was forced to face him down again, she didn’t know if she would survive it.
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