Amelia’s POV

The jet was sleek, polished, and was a beauty to look at from outside. Of course Logan likes something expensive and intimidating looking. A flight attendant greeted us at the bottom of the stairs, smiling a little too politely.

“Welcome, Mr. Wills. Ms. Connels.”

I gave a small smile and climbed in, not sure where to look first. The long black leather seats, the gold trimmings, the wood-paneled bar, the massive window panels... It looked more like a luxury lounge. Suddenly ...