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future, I’d suggest that if you have any more questions about myself or Jonas, who’s seventeen by the way, that you save your money and just ask me directly. It’ll save us both from having to endure such stimulating conversations in the future.” She turned her attention back out the window, missing the smile that briefly crossed Devlin’s lips.
    Silence fell again until the limo came to a stop at a small airport. Casey got out with Sampson on her heels. Devlin looked at the seat across from him in disgust. Large brown dog prints and a streak of dog drool covered nearly the entire seat. He looked down at his last clean suit which he had changed into after his earlier encounter with Sampson. Satisfied that he was still spot free, he got out of the car.
    Casey was leaning against the side of the car, her eyes scanning the airport. She watched as the limo driver pulled her duffel bag as well as Devlin’s suitcase from the trunk. He flashed her a quick, friendly smile. She didn’t return it. As Devlin came around to stand near her, she muttered, “The airline will expect Sampson to be crated.” When he didn’t respond, she said, “If Sampson doesn’t get on the plane than neither do I.”
    Irritation filtered through her as Devlin remained unconcerned. His relentless ability to remain composed was driving her crazy. Forcing herself not to give into the childish desire to stamp her foot, Casey fell silent and followed Devlin when he started walking around a hangar. On the other side of it was a large private plane. The door opened and stairs were lowered. The limo driver handed their bags over to the man who had opened the plane’s door.
    Devlin made his way to the stairs and then stopped and turned to face her. His gaze, however, was on Sampson. “Sampson, after you,” he said with a sweeping motion of his arm. The dog darted up the stairs and disappeared into the plane. Devlin remained at the foot of the stairs and glanced pointedly at her.
    “Miss Wilkes, after you” he said, humor glinting in his eyes
    Smug bastard .
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    Snow was starting to fall as the private jet landed at LaGuardia a couple of hours later. The plane came to a stop just outside a large hanger where a limousine was already waiting. As the door opened and the stairs descended, Sampson appeared in the doorway and bolted down the few steps. Within seconds, he was happily covered in a fresh layer of dirty snow. Casey followed the dog from the plane and smiled as she picked her way down the stairs.
    “I don’t know what happened Mr. Prescott – I guess Sampson was a little more airsick than I thought. I hope that leather was scotch-guarded.”
    Devlin appeared in the doorway of the plane, his expression murderous. The bottom of his pant leg was dripping a sticky, yellow substance. As he made his way down the stairs, he flashed Casey a withering look.
    “Would you like to go change? We don’t mind waiting,” she said sweetly as she patted the dog who sat innocently next to her.
    He bit back a nasty comeback, muttered a sharp “No” and stalked past her to the waiting car. Casey watched him go before turning to the dog.
    “Sampson, let’s go for a ride.”
    Sampson bolted for the open car door and jumped inside. An instant later there was a string of curses. Casey smiled, willing to take any perks she could out of this trip.

Chapter 5
     
     
    As the limo slowly made its way down the slush covered streets of Manhattan, Casey was amazed at the number of people that braved the unfriendly weather. The last and only time she had been in this intimidating city had been just before her mother had married her second husband. After the death of her first husband, Caroline Carver had been determined to leave behind the middle class existence that her husband’s military career had forced upon her. Her first step in snaring herself a new, wealthier husband had been the search for a new wardrobe. In a rare move, Casey, then six, and Amanda