Chapter 55

Dermott's private plane was like sitting in someone's comfortable living room, except for the discreet seat belts on the cream leather chairs. The main sitting area consisted of four oversized recliners, grouped in a rectangle, with tables that could be folded out between them. Behind, two sofas faced each other, and a plasma screen TV hung on the wall leading to the rear section. Dermott handed me into one of the recliners. With a smile, he lowered his long, lean frame into the one across from me. Less than an hour had passed since the end of the auction. There'd been no hassles, no lines - maybe I should think about chartering a plane next time I had to travel. A steward, a handsome...werewolf?...offered me my choice of beverages or food before he discreetly vanished into the rear of the plane.

"I think you'll find your friends packed you a bag for the flight as well as a suitcase," Dermott said. There was just a hint of a grin curving his wide, mobile lips, and his deep, rich barito