Elena’s POV

A few days had passed since I picked Caleb up after practice, and somehow, Sunday had arrived faster than I expected.

Now I was sitting on Adrian’s private jet with Claire, Jenna and Adrian, somewhere over Europe, on our way to Rome for Caleb’s game.

I looked across the cabin just in time to see Jenna pointing accusingly at Adrian.

“I was sitting there first.”

“You were standing,” Adrian said, completely settled into the seat she was pointing at, his legs stretched ...