“We’ll be landing soon.” Peter slid an omelet and a cup of coffee in front of her. “Thank you,” she said. “Could I have—” “Cream, two sugars?” he guessed, then gave her a wink. “Already in there.” Wow. Whoever their mystery benefactor was, he’d done his homework. “So on a scale of one to ten, how freaked out should I be that these people know how I take my . . .” Maggie trailed off when she realized Ethan wasn’t beside her.
