Chapter 91: What Kind of Man Are You?

ANNABEL

I stared at the private jet sitting on the tarmac like it was some kind of alien spaceship. Because honestly, what the hell?

"You own a private jet?" I asked, turning to look at Damon who was standing beside me like this was the most normal thing in the world.

He shrugged, actually shrugged, like owning a freaking private jet was no big deal. "It's convenient for business."

"Business," I repeated, still staring at the sleek black aircraft. ...