The interior of Liam's plane looked like a fancy, modern living room. It had soft leather seats, a high-tech entertainment system, and calming lights. There was a long grey leather sofa between two glass coffee tables with shinny table lamps.
Across from the sofa were two big grey leather recliners. Beyond that, there was a desk and a row of seats, leading to a small but stylish bedroom and bathroom.
Normally, when Liam boarded for a flight of several hours, he went either to his desk or to the bedroom, depending on the time of day.
Tonight, he went straight to the curved bar near the front of the cabin and poured himself a glass of strong whiskey.
From the sofa, he watched the twinkling lights of the island vanish; then he stretched his legs out in front of him and lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips, eager for the fiery liquid to start dulling the ache in his chest.
