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confusion.
    “Alaska. Following a lead.”
    “He’s in Alaska?” she screeches.
    “Ouch, babe,” Dean says sarcastically while rubbing his ear. “I don’t think dogs are interested in Damon Sawyers so use a lower frequency.”
    She swats at his arm. “Shut up. He’s in Alaska?” she asks again at a more normal tone.
    “Hopefully. It’s my only lead currently.”
    “So what?” Dean asks with a frown. “You’re going to the other side of the country to follow a lead?”
    “It’s my job, Dean.”
    “I know. And it’s part of the reason I’ve told you many times you’d be better off doing another job.”
    “And I’ve answered everytime that I love my job and wouldn’t change it for the world.”
    “It’s dangerous,” he insists.
    I sigh because we’ve had this argument hundreds of times. “Dean, you know I’m not going to quit my job because we’ve talked about this over and over again. I know your worries, I understand and respect them but I’m not changing professions.”
    “Don’t worry, baby,” Layla coos before pressing a kiss on her husband’s lips. “As soon as she finds Damon Sawyers, that’s all going to change. She’s going to drop everything when she becomes his wife!”
    I shake my head in amusement. “I’m not dropping my job when and if I get married, Layla.”
    “But you won’t need it when you’re married to a billionaire,” she insists.
    “Oh for fu—crying out loud, restrain her Dean!” I yell in mock despair.
    “Nah. She’s a good influence on you. You just cut your cussing short.” His amused grin is wide.
    “That’s because of my nephew, smartass. He can’t be hearing his favorite aunt cussing before he even comes out.”
    “She,” Layla corrects me with narrowed eyes. “Your niece has already heard you cussing plenty.”
    “Of course he has. My nephew has amazing hearing.”
    She shakes her head, her lips twitching as she suppresses a smile. “I see what you’re doing there Cass but you’re not getting what you want. I’m making you that appointment for when you get back from AK.” She turns to Dean. “Unless she returns with her future husband and he likes it better this way.”
    “You’re hopeless,” I say, laughing.
    She grins. “I know!”
     
    The plane reaches Anchorage and I’ve only managed a two-hour sleep on a seven-and-a-half-hour flight. As soon as I pick up my bag from the carousel, I make for the security office and introduce myself. They seem skeptical about helping me until I mention the name of Cole Sawyers. Apparently he has called ahead and informed them I’d need their help and they seem willing to help me now that they know it’s for him. Money can really get you anywhere.
    “Here you are,” the employee tells me as he finishes the search on his computer. “Here is the number of the plane you’re looking for but it’s not register to either Damon Sawyers or Chandler Sawyers. Are you sure you got the names right?”
    “It’s my job to have the names right,” I tell him as I lean over his shoulder to look at the computer screen. “What name does it say?”
    “It says it’s registered to a William H. Wilson. Here is his home address and phone number.”
    I note it down and step outside. As soon as I’m away from prying ears, I dial his number. “Hello, Mr. Wilson. My name is Cassandra Hale. I was wondering if I could borrow a few minutes of your time?”
    “Well, Cassandra Hale, it depends. What can I help you with?”
    “I’m a PI, Mr. Wilson and I’m looking for someone. Is there somewhere we can meet? I’m currently at the Ted Stevens airport.”
    “Then you’re at the wrong place, Miss Hale. I’m over in McCarthy.”
    I roll my eyes, completely impatient now that I’m here. “I know that, Mr. Wilson. That’s why I’m calling. I wanted to make sure you would still be in McCarthy when I find a flight to get there.”
    “Oh, right. Well, yes. I’m not going anywhere. Do you have my