When it came to a stop Quinn pushed to his feet. The ache in his gut intensified. Across from him Kell rose to his feet, his eyes solemn. He didn’t look forward to the task that lay ahead any more than Quinn did. For now he needed to arrange a flight for Avery to New York where she could be with her aunt and her fiancé. She would need her own support system right now.His stomach hardened at the thought of Avery taking comfort in another man’s arms. Images filled his head and he gritted his teeth, forcing them away. The tan line on her hand represented a line he wouldn’t cross, no matter how much he wanted to. For more reasons than that, she needed to go home. “I got it.” Kell bent down to lift Ryan’s lifeless body. “You get her.” He nudged his chin in Avery’s direction.Quinn grabbed Kell’s arm, meeting his brother’s hard gaze. Words trapped in his throat and he let go, instead moving to the door to open it. With a nod of unspoken understanding Kell exited the jet into the cloudy afternoon warmth where a lone Wolff stood rigid next to a 1969 Dodge Charger, his hands fisted at his sides.Quinn watched Kell cross the private airstrip to where Chris stood.
