The heavy cabin door clicked shut, locking out the noise of the world and leaving just the steady hum of the jet engines filling the air. The private jet climbed higher into the dark night sky, leaving the lights of New York far behind as it pointed its nose east toward the Atlantic Ocean.

Clara stood near the plush leather seats of the main lounge area, feeling the slight vibration of the powerful aircraft beneath her feet.

Jax stood close, his hands resting gently on her waist while his dark eyes burned with intense heat. The tension that had built up during the courtroom battle and the boardroom takeover now...