He reaches for a hidden compartment next to his seat. “Would a drink be more reassuring?”
“It’ll help with the nerves.”
I look down and see that my fists are balled up so tight that you could turn these babies into an anatomy chart. I force myself to take mercy on the armrests and let go. My fingers ache from gripping so hard.
“Fine. Maybe I’m a little nervous. But that’s a completely rational response to being kidnapped.”
“Kidnapped?” He laughs. “You walked onto this plane of your own free will.”
“After you left cryptic messages on my computer and sent me a dress code!”
“I’d call that an invitation, not a threat.”
“Coming from you, I fail to see the difference.”
His gray eyes glitter. “You know, Ms. Everett, you may understand me better than I suspected.”
The plane begins to taxi
