Rowena’s expression grew warily suspicious.
‘The plane’s been diverted to Glasgow. Inverness is closed due to bad weather.’
‘Weather!’ She squinted through the window into the darkness. ‘What weather?’
‘It’s snowing.’
‘They can’t close a whole airport just because of a bit of snow.’ Rowena’s scornful smile wobbled as panic flared hotly through her.
Not only did this mean it would take even longer to reach Gran, but she would be lumbered with Quinn all the way. Being in the confines of a plane cabin with him was bad enough, but a car was way too intimate!
‘I suspect it might be more than a bit, Rowena.’
She rubbed her clenched knuckles across her chin and let her head fall back. ‘This is all I need!’ she groaned.
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