Chapter Fourteen

Giavanna's POV

"You ok back there?" Grant asked from the driver's seat of the black SUV as it sped down the tree-lined road. "Shouldn't be too much longer until we arrive at the packhouse."

"Huh?" Giavanna mumbled. She was tucked into the backseat of the vehicle, covered in a cozy blanket, and had been reflecting on the flight out before Grant's interruption. Gemma and Alice could not have been better company on the jet. Though reluctant at first, both women utilized the plane's amenities at Giavanna's insistence. She had particularly enjoyed giving Grant a manicure finished up with sparkly black polish.

"Just checking, you need anything? Bathroom, drink, snack?" Grant took a left turn into the parking lot of a gas station and pulled into a spot near the shop entrance. "I need to use the facilities."

She was about to say no when she glanced out the window. Before her was the largest, cleanest, most pristine gas station she'd ever seen. No chipping