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“Honestly? There was so much going on, and then time had passed and I didn’t know how, and...and…”
“Why now?”
“Because we’re on a plane and you can’t run away or beat the ever living shit out of me.”
“When we land, your ass is mine. And I’ll be having words with your brothers when I get back to the UK too.”
“Sorry.”
“You absolute fucking...douche canoe!” I hiss. I’m so mad right now.
I’m mad at Kalen for waiting until I’m trapped in the air to tell me. At the others for not saying anything sooner. At myself for not even thinking of Baxter or trying to reach out to him.
And at Baxter himself.
Because if I know one thing for certain, it’s that there’s no way in hell Baxter Branson is dead. Which means I’m going to have to give him hell for letting everyone think he is.
When I find him, that is.
