Gage chuckled. “You won’t be grinning when your friend hands you the bill for the damages to his plane.”

Foxx’s grin widened. “Worth every dime.”

Gage just shook his head. For the first time, he looked around at the opulent interior of the jet. Long white leather divans curved along one side of the living area. There was a dining table with matching wide white leather seats, and a lounge with a bar. Beyond it, an office with a conference table and six wide seats upholstered in shiny black leather.

“Carries eighteen passengers the way it’s configured,” Jack said. “There’s a nice bedroom suite in the back.”

“It’s spectacular. Now if it just gets us home.”

Foxx popped his belt and stood up. He looked at the group strapped into their seats, all of them still wide-eyed and uneasy. Jack walked over to Carlos and crouched down to the boy’s level.

“You okay?”

“I have never been on a plane,” Carlos said as if that explained all the gunfire and the race to the end of the runway.

“Yeah, well, it’s usually not quite so exciting,” Jack said, rising to his feet.

“Or this fancy,” Abby added, joining them. “I can’t believe this.” She glanced around the luxurious interior. “I’m spoiled forever.”

Jack glanced at the passengers seated in the opulent cabin. “Anyone here besides me feel like a drink?”

“I could certainly use one,” Gage drawled.

“I’m in,” Abby agreed.

“We’re roughing it this trip,” Foxx said. “No cabin crew to wait on us.”

Gage smiled. “I think we’ll survive.”

The three of them went over to the bar, and Jack poured two scotches and a glass of white wine for Abby. The security team declined. The rest of the group, including Mateo, drank sodas.

It was just under sixteen hundred miles from Mérida to Denver, roughly a three-and-a-half-hour flight. They would go through customs there. No duty on the gold, but a FinCEN 105 form had to be filled out.

Gage had arranged for an armored vehicle to be waiting to take the gold to a depository. Some of it would be going into bank safe deposit boxes for easy access; some would be sold for cash.

Gage glanced over at Abby, who sat next to Zuma, the two of them laughing at something Carlos had said. Once all the legal work was finished and Abby had received her share, their partnership would officially be over.

His chest clamped down. In the brilliant sunlight streaming through the cabin windows, her thick braid gleamed like a trail of fire down her back. Her face glowed with excitement, and now he knew that courage and brains went along with that beautiful face and sexy body.

His stomach knotted. He didn’t want Abby to leave. It was as simple and as complicated as that.