Xander hung up the phone, unable to keep a smirk off his face, especially as he pictured the look of complete bewilderment that must've been plastered across Dan’s face just moments ago.
Yvonne shot him a glare. “You really get some twisted pleasure out of riling him up, don’t you?”
“It’s not about pleasure—it just feels good,” Xander replied with a grin, pulling her into his arms.
She rolled her eyes, but before she could say more, he added, “After all the crap he put you through, I think he’s overdue for some payback.”
At that, Yvonne paused, her expression softening. For a moment, something gentle flickered in her eyes as she looked at him again. She hadn’t realized Xander was standing up for her.
Noticing the look, Xander grinned. “What? Admiring your incredibly handsome husband?”
She snorted. “You wish.”
He laughed. “So, about that whole road closure thing… what exactly did you mean?” As he spoke, their car rolled past a cordoned-off exit, and out of the corner of his eye, Xander was pretty sure he glimpsed Shawn’s car stuck behind the barrier. Then it hit him—Shawn had called earlier, ranting that Yvonne had deliberately blocked the road. But on the phone, she’d said she blocked off every exit. Did she actually mean the main highway out of the airport? Was she really shutting down the entire route?
Yvonne crossed her arms, fuming. “Shawn called me a total bitch.”
Xander’s jaw practically dropped. Is that kid crazy? How could he say something like that to Yvonne, especially right now?
“He can forget about taking the highway,” she said icily. “Let him try the backroads if he’s so tough.”
Xander could only imagine. The minor roads were rough, narrow, and wound clear through the mountains. The main road stretched close to twenty miles as it was—taking the back way would easily add another twenty, if not more. The poor guy would be lucky to get home before sunrise.


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