Briony offered Stella a gentle smile in response.

With Stella by her side, the heaviness in her chest eased, her mood lightening a little.

“I'm coming too!” James chimed in, his eyes lighting up.

"No, you're not," Stewart shot back, his voice cold and expression even colder.

"What? Why not?" James glared at him. "You're flying private-what's one more passenger?"

Stewart met his gaze, lips curving into a chilly smirk. "True, it's not about space. I just don't see why I should let you on my jet."

James practically shouted, "You're doing this on purpose, Stewart!"

"I just think you're unnecessary," Stewart retorted, then turned and strode toward the VIP entrance, ignoring James entirely.

James was fuming, venting his frustration at Stewart's receding back.

Seeing how upset he was, Briony tried to soothe him. "James, honestly, I could use your help here. Someone needs to keep an eye on the studio while I'm gone."

James's anger vanished in an instant. "Well, since you put it that way..." He gave a haughty little sniff, acting nonchalant. "I suppose I can do you the favor and watch over things."

then added, "Let me know as soon

"Will do."

you any trouble over there, call me right away. My family's got money too-my dad has a private

competitive streak. "Relax, I'll be fine. With Stella with me, nothing's going to

worry. I'm going too, and I give you my

Cedric. "Dr. Clarke, I know you just have questionable taste in

worry. Stewart may act like a guard dog, but he's not

on your wife is illegal too,

just shook his head,

was about an eleven-hour flight from

Northborough around one in the afternoon, and by the time

Accra, Ghana's capital, it was four o'clock the next day,

The jet touched down.

The cabin door opened.

one, they

been sick several times during the journey, and it was clear by looking at

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