“Pretty sure we can’t bring a rifle in with us anyway,” I stated the obvious. “Plus,” Oliver said with a shit-eating grin, “there’s always utensils.” “Seriously? Do you want him to throw you from the plane?” Mya jerked a thumb Carter’s way. “Or, maybe if I’m a good girl, Carter will let me throw you out.” “Buttercup, you wouldn’t know how to be a good girl if your life depended on it,” Oliver murmured as if the rest of us weren’t even there, causing Mya’s cheeks to heat as he stared at her.
