Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Night had fallen, and the black Hummer tore down the highway.

The weather was no ally tonight. Nortia was a tropical country, and just as they neared the airport, thunder split the sky and a violent storm broke loose.

Visibility shrank to nearly nothing. The wipers thrashed desperately across the windshield, rain battering the glass with relentless force.

Blair eased up on the gas. The world outside dissolved into streaks of water and shadows.

Briony's heart pounded. Every muscle in her body was taut, strung tight with

nerves.

Blair kept murmuring reassurances, his hand resting on hers.

They pulled into the airport grounds.

A heavy-duty helicopter sat on the tarmac, rotors spinning, ready and waiting for them.

Blair parked and turned to her. "Wait here a minute. I'll go grab a raincoat. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Briony replied, voice thin.

Blair jumped out and dashed into the downpour.

Two pilots waited by the chopper, their silhouettes blurred by the rain.

Blair returned, soaked but determined, raincoat in hand. He yanked open the passenger door.

A fierce gust sent sheets of rain swirling into the Hummer.

Briony shivered, startled by the sudden chill.

moment, Blair slipped the raincoat around her, cocooning her

helped her into the coat, then swept her up in his arms, striding quickly toward the waiting

of the pilots ran over to meet

set Briony gently into a

plane," he said, his voice softer than he

flickered in her eyes. "Are we leaving

first. When we reach Astara, someone will be

asked, gripping the

her

Briony stared at him.

Mr. Seven?

"How does Mr. Seven

in front of her, rain dripping from the brim of his cap. His gaze was steady, full of unspoken emotion. "Mr. Delaney realized you'd gone

were, practically siblings. If James asked, Mr. Seven would definitely lend a hand. Suddenly, headlights

pilots shouted, "We've got

up. "Shut the

slammed the

the captain gripped the controls. The storm was

like this was nearly

into the seat beside Briony

closer,

In the leading car, he could almost feel

The helicopter's massive blades

harder. Just as the convoynet clining into the

the

seat as turbulence tossed

voice reached her ear. "Don't be

Briony's breath caught.