Scarlett POV
That flight attendant was lying through her teeth.
What the hell did she want? What was she hiding?
I didn’t stick around to find out.
The second the plane doors opened, I was off, weaving through the terminal like my life depended on it, straight to baggage claim.
Ryan was already there, leaning against a pillar, phone in one hand, waiting for his bag.
He spotted me, and his eyebrow twitched up, half-amused, half-warning. “You keep your guard up?”
No one else was close enough to hear. He was talking to me.
“Always,” I shot back.
Not everyone out there is a saint.
Some people smile while they size you up for the kill. You learn that the hard way, or you don’t learn it at all.
I opened my mouth to thank him, but he was already gone, bag in hand, cutting thro
