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Jack Osland peered through theof his Gulfstreaed in the scattered snow falling on the tarmac at JFK

“Did I evenmention the wordkidnap? ” he asked his cousin Hunter as sitting in the opposite seat

“I can tell you’re thinking about it,” said Hunter, turning to i beneath him

“You’re clairvoyant now?” asked Jack

“I’ve known you since you were two years old”

“You were a baby when I o”

Hunter shrugged “You’ve got that telltale twitch in your temple”

“That just means I’m ticked off” Jack’s attention went back to the woh the frozen swirls of whiteTicked off was an understate the reason walk toward him

A slim five and a half feet, her face was obscured by a furtri, cream-colored coat

“Maybe she’ll say no,” Hunter offered, a hopeful lilt to his voice

“And s fly,” Jack responded

The woman wasn’t about to say no Nobody ever did When Jack and Hunter’s billionaire grandfather Cleveland Osland asked a gold digging, trophy babe to marry him, it was a done deal

“Well it looks like dogs fly,” said Hunter with a nod toward the future Mrs Osland

Jack blinked

A flash of red pulled his gaze to her high-heeled boots Sure enough There, prancing along at her feet, was a tiny, plaid-coated fur ball

As the iistered, Jack shot Hunter a triuht?”

“Her dog doesn’t ”

“Ithome”

“They only loaded one suitcase”

“You don’t think Graift will be a platinum card?”

“Well, youstill can’t kidnap her,” said Hunter

“I’ her” Jack was desperate, but he wasn’t a fool He had no desire to give up a Malibu Beach penthouse for an eight-by-eight cell with a lumpy mattress, a leaky toilet and a roommate with a skull tattoo

He didn’t knoas going to stop her But, whatever his plan, he’d have to come up with it before the jet made it to LA