Page 117 of Playing the Game

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“Because we have a history. Can’t you understand that?”

“I totally understand. In fact, you should probably get going. She’ll be missing you.”

“She knows about you.”

This stopped Jonas in his tracks. “Really? Well I might as well tell you. Noah and Tito have worked it out.”

Shit.

“Okay,” Adam replied. “I guess it was only a matter of time.”

“More like a waste of time. Listen I’ve got to go. I’m meeting Heidi at the airfield tomorrow and I need to pack. Remember the trip you promised to come on?”

“I…”

“You’re sorry. Yeah I get it.”

TWENTY-TWO

JONAS

The cream and brown leather interior of the private jet wasn’t exactly to Jonas’ tastes. He would have to earn a lot more advertising contracts before he reached the league of buying his own. Renting would have to do for now.

It was comfortable enough. He spied a bedroom in the rear with pristine and maddeningly undisturbed white sheets. Jonas stared out of the window at the English countryside below.

“Are you going to tell me why you look like shit?” Heidi asked.

“Charming.”

“Jonas.”

They’d barely had time at the airfield. Jonas resigned himself to being interrogated. In many ways, he needed it.

“Adam, of course. What else?”

They were in armchairs facing each other. Heidi leant forward and squeezed his knee.

“That news story is probably ninety percent bullshit.”

“I think you’re right.”

“Oh?”

The flight attendant broke the moment.

“Can I get you any refreshments?”

“I’ll have a sparkling water, please,” Jonas replied.

“I’d better have a glass of fizz,” Heidi added. “I think I might need it.”

“Not a problem.”

He flashed his dazzling teeth before going through to the crew area.

“Not bad,” Heidi said, tracking him.

Jonas hadn’t even noticed. This was a worrying development.

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