Her eyebrow arched, Jessica pinched her mouth together and shot him a look. "Of course you'd have your own plane," she dryly remarked. Daniel Rand. Disgustingly rich. Right. "That's settled then. All that's left now is preparation. I've already signed us up," she confessed with a coolness that you probably wouldn't expect from someone willing to fake a marriage for a food seminar. "We could leave tomorrow."