“Holy shit.” A warm hand settled in the small of her back, followed by Adrian’s murmur. “What?” She turned all the way around, slowly, until she faced him directly. “Where is the ground?” The runway ended . . . in midair. “We’re on a mesa.” “No way.” “Yes way.” “Who’s crazy enough to build a landing strip on a mesa? If the pilot overshoots, you’re toast.” His mouth twitched, making her long to see him smile again. “Come on.” He led her to the airport’s small parking lot, where two sleek dark town cars awaited them. Jason and Damien climbed into the back of the first vehicle, while Elijah slid into the front passenger seat of the second one. “Saint George, huh?” she said as Adrian opened the door for her. “I’ve never been to Utah before.” “It’s a beautiful state.” He took the seat beside her and shut the door. The cars rolled into motion. “The southern half has some gorgeous red rock formations.” “Where are we headed?” “Not far.
