Saturday. Everglades. Florida.
IVY SANK DOWN FARTHER in her seat as the wind whipped all around her body. The headphones helped block out most of the noise, but they also prevented conversation.
Her body ached from all the sitting she'd been forced to do. At least she'd managed to sleep most of the trip. If she could thank the Army for anything it was the ability to sleep anywhere, anytime.
A boat ride. Two planes. Another boat. And now an airboat sprint across the Everglades. All over forty-eight hours. Or had it been longer? Shorter? It blurred together to the point that she just couldn't tell.
At least she hadn't needed to go through customs again. That had been a terrifying ordeal for her, despite no one noticing a single thing wrong with her passport. It had all been in her head.
Piers's hand wrapped around hers.
She turned her head and mustered a smile for him.