Christ, woman, were you ever going to say anything?”He grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her down the hall tothe single bathroom. “Get out of that shirt.

She shook her head. “I won’t go.”His chuckle had absolutely no humor in it. “You say thatas if you have a choice.”“There is always a choice.

Don’t think about jumping, Iggy. We’re going aboutseventy, and despite my orders, we’re on our way to Puebla.So keep your ass glued in the goddamn seat.

Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair.