She turned to see him near the back of the plane, digging in a suitcase and pulling out a fresh shirt. When he grabbed his old one by the collar and slid it over his head in one smooth motion, he looked like an ad for bodywash or body spray or just bodies in general because the move revealed muscles she’d thought only existed on book covers. Killhaven was making a mistake, Maggie realized, because it turned out Ethan Wyatt looked far better without his leather jacket.
