Chapter 137

Jozef woke Shaun shortly before the plane landed.

She grumbled at him for making her sit up and put her seatbelt back on.

"We're on a private jet, I should be able to sleep through the landing."

You can sleep but you have to do it sitting up with your seatbelt on.

"And my tray table in an upright and locked position. Blah, blah, blah. You own the aircraft, you can suspend a few of the rules." She patted her hair, wincing when it felt as bad as she suspected it looked. That was the problem with wearing an afro. She had to have an emergency recovery effort whenever she slept. "I worked a twelve-hour shift at the hospital with four of those hours on my feet in surgery. I need to get my beauty sleep before I have to dodge mafia bullets."

Not funny, Jozef signed, pulling the blanket from her lap, folding it and setting it aside.

She found it endearing that Jozef tended to be the more domestic of the two of them.

I won't compromise with yo