Dylan’s POV“This is just...wow,” Truth muttered, squinting at the sleek interior of the jet like it personally offended her. “Do you really have your own plane or did you rent it to impress me or something?.”I chuckled. “Nope. I didn’t rent it because it's mine and I actually have four more planes.”She arched a brow, unimpressed. “Good for you, I guess, but do you really need to brag much?”“Truth,” Mia warned gently, her voice low.Truth threw her hands up, plopping into one of the leather seats. “What? He said it like I was supposed to gasp and clap.”I bit back a grin, studying her. She had a sharp mouth. Just like me.“My dad has five private jets. I'm the luckiest girl in the world,” she said mockingly under her breath.Mia sighed and sank into a seat near the window—deliberately the furthest one from me. She didn’t say much after that. That worried me more than if she’d started yelling.“Uh, excuse me, sir...I mean...D-Dad,” Truth said suddenly, stuttering out the last word l
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