Emily’s POV

We left before the sun came up.

The car ride to the small private airstrip felt like forever, even though it was just an hour.

Dario drove himself this time, with no security following us.

Just the two of us in the black SUV, windows down.

All through the ride, I kept my hands in my lap. He reached over every few minutes, squeezing my thighs and smiling frequently.

When we got there, the jet was already waiting and the pilot was already on board.

As we climbed the ...