It was then it dawned on Joyce that she really knew nothing about Jason Ryan, even though she had shared so much with him and even her confession about her life. Joyce, motherly instincts begin to prick her in the wound of curiosity to find out why Ryan was carrying a weapon.
The heat of the sun gave way to the cool climate of the jet, black leather and wood trim lined the innards of the passenger compartment.
"Wow! this is how the rich and famous live. I've never flown on a private Jet before" Joyce whispered
Make yourself at home Joyce, I will tell the pilot to be on hi way "Ryan smiled and replied
Thank you I certainly will
Joyce sat in the first chair and the soft leathery cushion just seemed to mould itself to her body and she felt as if she was floating on a cloud.
