“You know what we missed, don’t you, Drake?”
“What makes you think I missed it?”
Clarissa leaned back in her seat. Eighteen hours Brunei to London, eight more to DC. She was going to be dead in business class by the time they landed. And sitting next to Drake the whole way, she’d be a certifiable basket case as well.
“Can we not fight? Just for once. We’re stuck with each other for twenty-six hours—”
“Don’t forget the two layovers. That makes it thirty-one.”
“How would you like to be the one who ends up dead when we get there, Drake?”
“Well, if you put it that way, I think my showing up dead might upset my wife. I should warn you that Lizzy can be quite a handful when she gets riled.”
Maybe Clarissa could find a pill that would let her sleep from here to DC. Let Drake shuffle her fr
