They’d already decided to take a glacier tour and visit some of the other sights in and around Anchorage. Fierce, dark clouds puckered the sky, filling the morning with shadows and gloom. Not a promising start to her vacation. “You ready?” Christian marched past her toward the two-seater Luscombe. It was the smallest plane in the Midnight Sons fleet and used the least often. Mariah picked up her suitcase and hurried after him. “I want you to know how much I appreciate this,” she said, holding on to the case with both hands. She didn’t understand why Christian had insisted on doing this himself, especially when it was so obvious that he considered it an imposition. Because of the heavy suitcase, she couldn’t keep pace with him. Eventually he seemed to realize this. He glanced at her over his shoulder, and then, without a word, turned back and took the suitcase from her hands. “What did you pack in here, anyway? Rocks?” She didn’t bother to answer. When they reached the plane, Christian helped her inside.
