Belador Cosaint by Dianna Love

Author:Dianna Love
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magic, witches, urban fantasy, paranormal, alpha males, bestselling series, atlanta
Publisher: Silver Hawk Press LLC
Published: 2015-07-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Reese finished washing up in the small lavatory on the airplane Quinn had arranged. She had avoided the mirror, but finally stared at the face looking back at her. “What was I supposed to do? Tell Quinn I had one more teleporting ticket home once I found Phoedra?”

Her reflection, aka Miss Guilty, offered no help.

“I’m so not in the mood to argue right now,” Reese muttered, looking away and brushing her hair to help it air-dry. With no way to pull it back, she had to leave the curls to do as they pleased.

Even after she’d admitted to Quinn that she had no credit cards or travel ID for leasing a rental car or purchasing an airline ticket, he’d surprised her by not pressing her for more. Like not asking for her secret plan of escape had she found Phoedra on her own.

Even worse, he’d hired a private jet, which had been ready to lift off with only two passengers in a half hour.

A. Half. Hour.

Who did things like that?

Quinn had taken it all in stride, acting as though he chartered a Learjet from Tulsa to New Orleans at the snap of his fingers every day.

Did he?

In the weeks after she’d come home from Atlanta, she’d searched the internet for information on Quinn just to figure out more about him.

She’d found nothing.

And yes, if she were telling the truth, she’d been stalking the guy. It was a new experience for her and she wasn’t sure she’d give it up any time soon. Not now that Quinn had popped back into her life.

Who was this man and what kind of stupid money had he paid to make this airplane happen?

What would he do when they found Phoedra?

She caught Miss Guilty’s eye again and snarled, “I know. It’s not what will he do, but what will I do? I don’t have any choice. I have to return Phoedra. Hassling me is not helping.”

Finished with her cleanup, she dressed in a pair of jeans with a long-sleeved, dark-blue, button-down shirt, which she left untucked and with the sleeves rolled up on her forearms. He’d had the set of clothes waiting at the plane by the time they arrived.

He’d made one freaking phone call, spoken so quietly she hadn’t even heard the actual words, and clothes had been delivered.

She’d never heard of Josef Seibel Caspian sneakers, but the shirt had a Burberry tag. She didn’t want to know how much this pair of casual gray shoes had cost.

She should tell him not to buy anything expensive like this again. These would end up like her cheap running shoes by the end of this trip—dirty and worn hard.

Being tough on clothes and shoes was just the nature of her life.

Who had anything delivered that quickly to an airport in a strange city, with a no-hassle phone call?

The same man who had a Learjet waiting at a moment’s notice.

A man with unlimited resources.

Reese didn’t begrudge him wealth. In fact, it meant he could give Phoedra a better-than-average life, but that wouldn’t happen immediately.

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