So, for me, this book broke down from the beginning. Jana Jenkins has been told that Trevor Fox, a charter pilot, is easy pickings if she'll act like a sex-kitten. So she saunters in with an unbuttoned blouse and lots of cleavage. She charters his plane to take her 'scouting for movie locations' along Florida's coast. That's all a lie, but then she can't tell him that she wants him to fly below radar into international territory, considering that's illegal and could cause him to lose his license.
Guns seem to make more of a lasting impression than cleavage.
Not so fast there. We've got a hurricane that is going to change things. Thankyouverymuch, but no. Danger is one thing, but reckless disregard is something else. This whole story was one improbability heaped on another.