Married to Secrets

Chapter 5 Jude

I stepped down the stairs from the company’s private jet in Tibet. The air was much cooler here than in Dallas, and I stifled a shiver.

Never let them see you weak.

That’s what my dad always said.

My assistant, Owen, followed behind me, carrying our luggage.

Not ten yards away, a black SUV approached to collect us.

The driver got out, opening the door for me with a nod.

I slid inside, checking my phone for messages.

Quentin had last month’s P he’d been expecting to see me. How?

“So,” he drawled, “you heard my father’s dying.”