Kimbra

Who knew that private planes could land at Indianapolis Airport? I didn't. I'd never given it any thought until I was on one, coasting onto a runway away from the others, one that I didn't know existed.

Duncan hangs up the phone in the armrest and looks my way. With a wink and grin from him, my insides turn to jelly and my tummy tightens.

"It's all set," he says. "We'll be picked up on the tarmac and taken to our car."

"How did you do all of this? I just ...