It had nothing to do with the fact that she didn’t get her things off the airplane in time. Or, that she’d eaten the last muffin he had stashed on the plane. He was going home to his family. To Booker. It had nothing to do with her. Sure, Hope. They probably have some beachfront property in the Texas Hill Country, too. The wheels hit the runway with a rough bounce before Jaydan pulled the plane to an easy stop in front of a hangar painted like a barn. “I’ll just stay here.” She made the offer with solid sincerity. She could sleep on a plane. “Is there a convenience store or something nearby where I can get some food?” Unbuckling, he stopped to stare at her. “Take a look around. Does it look like there’s a convenience store nearby?” He went to the back of the plane. Standing up, Hope gazed out the windshield.
