~~Drew’s PoV~~
Three years later
“Excuse me, Miss, is this seat taken?”
Bree smiles up at me from the co-pilot’s seat, looking beautiful and professional in her uniform, her red hair pulled back into a ponytail and her green eyes sparkling in anticipation.
“Yes, actually,” she teases me, knowing I’m only joking. “That’s the pilot’s seat, so unless you’re helping me fly this thing, you probably want to sit over there instead.”
She points to the seats behind her, but her eyes soften as she watches me swallow nervously while looking over all the cockpit equipment.
“Drew, you don’t have to sit up here at all. Go and keep an eye on Kit.”
“Are you kidding?” I scoff. “I’m not getting in the middle of that pack.”
Bree laughs but I’m only half-joking this time. Our son, the two princes, a
