Page 19 of Cameron's Contract

LAUGHTER CARRIED UP the aisle of the plane.

Shay and Henry were sharing a joke and laughing hysterically, their legs stretched out on their footrests. Both of them were covered in a tartan blanket.

“I was told you wanted to see me?” I frowned at them playfully.

Shay beamed. “We’ve been tucked in.”

My gaze followed his toward the cockpit and settled on Irene, our redheaded stewardess. She seemed busy with the post take off checks.

Two hours ago she’d welcomed me, Shay, and Mia aboard the flight with a big Irish smile and the confidence to match. Her hair was up in a neat chignon and her stewardess uniform showed off her curves and provided an air of professionalism. Her makeup was flawless and made her look younger than her early thirties. Those deep green eyes fixed on our every move until we’d secured our seatbelts.

Irene had disappeared inside the galley, giving us all a moment to catch our breath after the day we still hadn’t quite caught up with, and for us to steady our nerves after that turbulent takeoff. I agreed with Henry. Irene hid her bad girl tattoo somewhere and something told me Henry would find out exactly where later.

“She scares the shit out of me,” he said with a smirk.

This sent Shay into another round of laughter.

I fell into the big seat next to Shay’s, laughing just as hard. It was great to see Henry relaxed considering the circumstances of why we were on this flight.

“We were making too much noise,” said Henry.

“She told you that?” I said.

“Irene asked us to be a little quieter,” explained Shay.

“She was concerned you and Mia were sleeping.” Henry arched a brow.

“Mia’s asleep now,” I said. “Coffee?”

We ordered drinks and Shay and Henry righted their chairs and pulled their blankets off them.

Shay had already filled Henry in on the Herron brothers and our final hours in L.A. Watching Henry’s reaction made me realize Decker was lucky he’d had to deal with me and not Henry. Decker would have been hospitalized had Henry met him.

“We’re handling them,” I told him.

Shay leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “Adrian’s working as a security guard. His spare uniform was on a hanger.”

“Do we know where?”

“His ID gave it away. Burbank Mall.”

“We have him.”

“How did he get a job working there?” asked Henry.

“He’s a criminal without a record.”

Shay confirmed with a nod. “A DUI in Charlotte, fifteen years ago. That’s it.”

“Still drug dealing?” I asked.

“We’ll know soon,” said Shay. “I’ll have them tracked.”

“Fill me in on any developments. Let’s keep Mia out of this for now.”

“Sure.”

We moved into the conference section and took advantage of the table surrounded by six fixed chairs then readied ourselves for the long night ahead. Henry opened his laptop and we sat around with a clear view of the screen. He brought up the list of names for all ten board members.