In the plane, Maya and Haven curled up in a seat at the last cabin of the private jet, wrapped in a blanket. They faced each other, giggling as they talked to catch up.
"You were such a badass pulling the car up like that to come to my rescue," Maya said, running her fingers through Haven's blonde hair.
Haven grinned. "Yeah, right. I felt like a gangster lady boss." She flexed her muscles, making Maya burst into laughter.
"But girl, Aiden didn't mention you were in Italy too!"
"Well I arrived on Wednesday to join the rescue mission, and I'm so glad I was the getaway driver."
"Your husband, Aiden, was the mastermind behind this rescue. This is the second time he has saved me, and he is truly a genius—an amazing, albeit crazy, badass who uses his craziness for good. You are a lucky girl!"
Haven smiled. "You know, I discovered him torturing a rapist in the attic six months ago."
Maya did a big O. "What was your reaction?"
