Page 2 of Polestar
“Just don’t have Lirikai pick me up when I arrive.My nerves can’t handle her driving.”
Carson chuckled, “She misses you.”
“Carson, please.”
“Don’t worry, your ride is already taken care of.Besides, Lirikai is working elsewhere at the moment.”
Oh, thank God.
“You know I like her—I really do.”
“I know.”
She could hear the mirth in his voice.
“She’s just…”
“Intense.”
“Yes.Intense.”
“Her driving is improving.”
Ana grunted.Carson laughed.
She hung up the phone, then tossed it onto the foot of her bed as she straightened the duvet and fluffed the pillows.Opening the sliding glass door, she stepped onto her balcony, breathing deeply of the sea air, giving herself a few moments to fully awaken.
And absorb the warm California air.
She’d be going to the boardroom for a briefing first, so office wear.
North.
She’d have to dig deep into her closet.
Do I even own cold weather clothes?
Her shoulders drooped.She’d have to layer.A lot.
I hate the cold.
I’m not ready for this.
Ana allowed herself a few more moments to reconcile.Carson needed her.
Ready or not, people’s lives are at stake.
“Right then, no time to waste.”
MagnusBjornsonyawned,pacingthe tarmac outside of his chartered plane.
He glanced at his watch again.
“An hour late,” he growled.
Refueled, the plane waited.He’d already been through all the checks.Twice.He didn’t mind long hours in the cockpit, but disliked unnecessary added time.Especially when a storm was expected between himself and the landing site.This extra wait time could cost them more than just an hour at the other end of the journey.
He sighed and went into the hangar office to make coffee.
