Archer’s POV
As the plane taxi’s into the hanger, I open my phone, finding cell service, and swallow the pang of pain when I see that there is still no reply from Graciela. She hasn’t even opened the chat. What the hell is she doing? Even if she’s out somewhere, it only takes three seconds to check your phone.
Scowling, I shove the offending piece of technology into my pocket before standing up and grabbing my bag from the seat beside me, throwing it over my shoulder.
‘Have a safe onward journey Master Jones’, the stewardess calls out to me as I disembark and stalk toward the town car that’s waiting for me. Opening the door, I slide in, slamming it shut behind me as my driver turns and raises an eyebrow.
‘Bad flight Master Jones?’ he asks as I huff.
‘No, just drive’ I grumble, pulling
