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“I know.” His voice softened. “But given who I am, people sometimes assume help comes with control attached. I don’t want you wondering.”
Before I could answer, the plane stopped.
Everyone stood immediately, because apparently humanity had agreed that remaining seated for an additional ninety seconds was unbearable.
Adrian stayed where he was.
So did I.
A flight attendant approached.
“Mr. Prescott?”
Adrian nodded.
“We’re ready for you.”
He turned to me.
“My car can take you wherever you’re going.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“It’s also not a favor you’ll owe me for.”
“I barely know you.”
“True.”
“And you’re apparently being followed by people with camera phones.”