“I’ll do you one better,” she said smugly. “I’ve already got a chartered plane waiting for you at the private airstrip outside Lawrence. Leaves in one hour and takes forty minutes to get to. It’s a direct flight and it should get there shortly after Sophie’s.”
Yes.
“Thank you.” I stopped suddenly and stared at the floor. I had some damn great people in my life. Anne might have been my agent but she was also my savior.
Especially today.
“Thanks, Anne,” I said again. “Have I told you lately how important you are to me and how much I appreciate you?”
“Not necessary. Just get your shit settled so you can go back to making me money.”
She hung up. I stared at the phone and laughed. Maybe I should have told her she was pretty, too.
