The Billionaire Who Bought Christmas
Jack Osland peered through the window of his Gulfstream jet plane as an indistinct figure emerged in the scattered snow falling on the tarmac at JFK."Did I even mention the word kidnap?" he asked his cousin Hunter who was sitting in the opposite seat.
"I can tell you're thinking about it," said Hunter, turning to improve his view, the white leather creaking beneath him.
"You're clairvoyant now?" asked Jack.
"I've known you since you were two years old."
"You were a baby when I was two."
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 woman who was striding through the frozen swirls of white. Ticked off was an understatement, and he was watching the reason walk toward him.
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