Chapter 10
Falk’s driver pulled up to the airport moments after Ciara’s plane took off. From inside the black SUV, Falk stared up at the plane, muttering several choice expletives. And yet, he still didn’t completely understand what he’d done wrong. He’d spent an earthshaking weekend in bed with a woman that excited him on both a sexual and intellectual level. At the end of the weekend, because of their roles within their individual countries, it was only logical for them to wed.
So, he was more than a little confused at her abrupt departure.
“Let’s go!” he snapped and his driver pulled up to the airport terminal. It took less than fifteen minutes to get his staff on board. Then his pilot took off, following in Ciara’s wake.
For a long time after they gained cruising altitude, Falk replayed that last conversation with Ciara through in his mind. Still, he couldn’t decipher the problem.
Ten minutes later, Myala was in nearly the same spot as she watched Falk’s plane take off. Of course, she didn’t have a group of bodyguards standing by or staff to obey her every command. Nor did she have a personal driver. In fact, the taxi driver huffed impatiently in the front seat, oblivious to the fury igniting in his passenger’s chest.
“Drive!” she ordered the man, then pulled out her cell phone and started typing. She had plans to make and she had to get back home to accomplish those plans.