All rights reserved. Cover art: SexybookCovers.com “Well, you didn't tell me I needed a passport.” I growled the words as I settled into a plush leather seat on Rock Weldon's private jet. “Yes, my mistake. I had my mind on other things, but all's well now.” He gave me a tight smile, his handsome face grim. He'd had his driver, Mr. Forrester, ferry us back to my place at top speed to retrieve the passport. “Good thing I had one, or I wouldn't be going with you.” I glared at him from my seat near the other window across the aisle. I'd chosen it on purpose because I was pissed. He'd had a minor fit when he'd realized I didn't have the document. “Yes, I guess it is. Even I make mistakes...but not often.” He stared out the window and pushed a button on the armrest of the seat. Rock barked a command to his pilot. “What the hell is going on?
