Nell glanced around and wondered about her two friends. Had they gone home on their scheduled flight? She’d cancelled her seat on Mark’s order. She’d texted Tori Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. It seemed odd that her friend, normally one of the nosiest people she knew, seemed uninterested in Nell’s stay with the new boss. Tori’s response to the texts had been the same both times: Okay. Weird. Nell hadn’t heard from Gina at all. “I’ll go check on the plane,” Mark said. “I’ll be right back.” “I’ll be here.” It was a distinct pleasure to watch him stride down the corridor to the private plane area. He had a fantastic ass, and she appreciated it…aesthetically, of course. “Now that’s a smile of someone who had a Vegas weekend.” Nell whirled around and narrowed her eyes. What the hell was Pete doing here? “I worked all weekend,” she said tightly and raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Working?” Pete inquired.
