because he said, “Andre? I need you to make sure there’s apple juice on the plane. And...” He caught her gaze. “Eggs for breakfast? Oatmeal? Box cereal? Bacon?”
Bacon? Her stomach growled. There was no sense in pretending she wasn’t hungry. “Bacon and eggs and rye toast would be great.”
“With apple juice?”
“With apple juice.”
They reached the airstrip in just a bit over an hour, and climbed onto the McCallan family’s private jet. She’d expected something compact and simple. Instead, she entered luxury so intense it magnified all her fears. The setup of the front space was more like a den than an airplane cabin.
Jake pointed to a door in the back of that section. “The kitchen is behind the first door and behind that are two small bedrooms.” He pressed a button and the cabinet doors eased apart to reveal a large-screen TV. “And that’s the TV.”
She swallowed. They hadn’t dated long enough for her to meet his mother or fly in his jet. His apartment and assortment of limos and drivers had been enough to scare her. Seeing the rest of his lifestyle sent another shock wave of reality through her.
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