The Royal Treatment

If she didn’t…then she’d failed.

And she’d walked away from J.T. for nothing.

That was something she couldn’t live with.

She unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and stepped out. Slamming the door behind her, she leaned in the open window.

“I’m going to stop at the gates first. So get the camera. If we can get past J.T., er, Jeremy Wainwright, we’ll do it that way.” She patted the door. “Otherwise, I’ll be signing up for a tour this afternoon.”