"Sir, we're kinda running out of time," the flight attendant said.

I sighed.

I knew—even on a private jet, there were rules.

There was no way I could make a call now without messing up the entire schedule.

"Forget it," I muttered, leaning back in my seat.

"One minute," Logan said suddenly.

He wasn't talking to me—he was addressing the flight attendant.

Then, to my total shock, he ...