“Sir?” The pilot hovered in the cockpit doorway, waiting for instructions.
“See how fast you can change flight plans. We’re canceling the New York trip. I need to fly into South Bend, Indiana.”
He put a dozen things in motion within minutes, as if he’d been prepared for this contingency for some time-which, of course, he had. He’d known this could happen. Known he might have to become involved.
Sometimes there was a problem that only a billionaire could handle. The irony was that money had nothing to do with it.
Chapter One
When Carolina Daniels opened her eyes, she seemed to have dropped into someone else’s life.
Nothing in her vision was familiar.
The blue blanket comfortably snuggled under her chin wasn’t hers. The pillow under her head was flat instead of poofy and the serene blue walls and contemporary decor had nothing in common with her bedroom. The room wasn’t just tidy; there wasn’t a single mess in sight-no open books, no shoes, no sweaters draping chairs, no half-opened bag of Oreos by the bed.
The lack of Oreos was proof positive. Either someone had given her a character transplant, or she really was living someone else’s life.
That thought almost struck her as funny, except that her mind was groggier than glue. Someone had given her some heavy-duty drugs, judging from her woozy mind. Still, there seemed no reason to be afraid, exactly. The room was peaceful, silent. Sleeping on a comfortable bed, cuddled in a warm blanket, hardly portended a dangerous situation. It was just that her mind was so murky she really couldn’t grasp where she was or why.
But then she spotted the man. Her heart abruptly hiccuped. A major hiccup. A major, serious hiccup.
The crazy dream had taken an immediate dramatic turn, but whether it was evolving into an erotic fantasy or a nightmare, she couldn’t tell. At least not yet. She tried closing her eyes. Reopening them.