#Chapter64
I keep my thoughts to myself, beam at Jake with a smile as he stands to walk us out, and try not to react in any way to the hand holding, even when Arrick’s grip tightens and he moves so close to me that his arm rests against mine.
/"We’ll drive rather than fly. I think she needs the time to think things through before we face Leila./" Arrick pulls me with him as we turn to leave the office, lifting my black cardigan from the chair for me and guiding me to the door.
/"I’ve never understood your aversion to the jet; it cuts travel time by three hours. Why do you hate flying so much?/" Jake grins at his brother and is met with a shrug.
