Less than an hour later, we’re boarding Jake’s private jet at the airport with all our bags in tow. This has happened so fast that I’ve barely had time to think, let alone breathe. I feel like I’m running away from work, life, and everything and taking a time-out in some fantasy romance novel with a millionaire who can pull strings like no one else. Since we used to take business trips at the drop of a hat, I should be used to this side of him, and to him, this is no different. To ...