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I expect the pilot to shut the door, but he leaves it open. "Is anything wrong? I thought we would've taken off by now."

"Just waiting for the other passengers, sir."

Chapter Twenty-Six

Tabitha

"Other passengers?" Spencer looks so thoroughly confused that I want to give him a big hug and a kiss, but I quash that impulse. His jaw drops. "I thought this was a private jet, not a commercial flight."

The pilot stares at him for a moment. "Nobody told you?"

"What was I meant to be told? I'm getting bloody confused."

"Sorry. Three more passengers are expected, but I don't know who they are." A noise outside attracts the pilot's attention, and he leans out the door to look. "Oh, this must be them now." He moves aside. "Come on in, folks."

Three people hurry onto the jet.

I leap up and sprint over to them. "Mom? Dad? Sabrina? What in the world are you doing here?"

My sister explains. "Dane Dixon arranged it. He said you should have your family around to support you since you'll be meeting a whole bunch of strangers once we get to..." She looks at Dad. "What did Dane call that place?"

"Sommerleigh House."

"Oh, yes, that's it."

Mom hugs me. "We're so excited to meet Spencer's family."

"Me too."

Sabrina cups one hand over my ear to whisper, "I'm on the hunt for a British stud of my own."

I groan.

Once everyone gets settled in, it takes only twenty minutes before we're in the air and on our way.

After the rush to pack and reach the airport, Spencer and I are both too wiped out to finish what we started in my apartment and in the car---despite the fact this jet has a bedroom. We settle in on a sofa to enjoy a little "lie-down," as Spencer would say. Amazingly, Sabrina doesn't pester us.

Our brief nap ends when Spencer's phone rings.

"It's my sister," he says as he extricates himself from my body. I'd been sprawled on top of him. Now, he sits up on the sofa to take his call. "Bindy, how are you? We're in the air right now. Uh-huh. Don't worry so much about Kendall. Well, I'll be there within..."

He glances at me and mouths, how long? I do a super-fast search on my phone to get an estimate then hold up six and a half fingers.

"Relax, Bindy, we're about six hours away, maybe a bit more. Try not to worry, love. Kendall won't fling himself off a bridge in the meantime. I'm sure Rachelle can handle his anxiety well enough." He smiles. "You haven't bothered me at all. No worries. I'm looking forward to seeing you, Charles, and the children. It will be wonderful to introduce you to Tabitha too. Goodbye, Bindy."

I raise my brows. "What did your sister say when you said 'uh-huh'?"

"She insisted that Kendall desperately needs me, and he might suffer a panic attack if I don't get to Sommerleigh immediately." He rolls his gaze up to the ceiling, shaking his head faintly, then faces me again. "I don't know what rubbish Hugh fed her about Kenny's mental state, but I can't believe he's panicking. My brother doesn't do desperation."

"You think your sister is exaggerating."

"No. But I'm positive someone fed her a five-course meal of bollocks."

"Why would anyone do that?"

His lips twist upward at one corner. "To get me to England, of course."

My parents and Sabrina are too far away to hear our discussion, but I still feel it's prudent to move a little further away before I ask my next question. "Do you think your brother might get bombed again and do something he'll regret later?"

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