Chapter 34
FBI agent Marcus Reynolds watched the sleek little jet land, and pull off the taxiway to turn toward the Starks’ hangar at LaGuardia Airport. He ignored that his stomach was growling, his cup of coffee and Egg McMuffin were way past gone, but he hadn’t wanted to risk missing the plane. It was now one in the afternoon.
“They clean?” he asked Leona.
She was on the phone with the control tower and held up one long finger for him to hold his damn horses. He kept his attention divided between the Gulfstream G280 and her. Then he imagined her in that Gulfstream G280 and cursed his overactive libido for the thousandth time.
She snapped her phone into its holster at her hip, do not think about Leona’s hips, and came up beside him. She wore a subtle perfume. Rather than punching you
