“Get off me!Get off!”
He spewed more garbage about me being nothing more than a meathead jock—a fool who didn’t understand the world, which apparently he thought revolved aroundhim.
“Do you need some ice?”I asked the flight attendant.
She shook her head, her lips compressed.“No.”
“I’d be happy to find you something cold,” I told her.
She gave me an amused look.“Thanks.I know where they are.As soon as we get this guy subdued, I’ll consider it.”
She glanced at her colleague, who was dragging Trent by the legs toward the back of the plane.Trent kept twisting and screaming, especially when his head hit the metal chair legs or ran into passengers’ feet.Someone booed, and soon the entire two hundred people on board were chorusing the word together, drowning out Trent’s tirade.
The flight attendant returned her attention to me.“He’ll be restrained in the back.Law enforcement will meet us at the gate when we land.I’m sure they’ll want to talk to you.”
I nodded.“Not that I’ll be much help, but yeah.I’m happy to comply.”
She nodded before trotting up to the front where she must have conferred with the pilots.A moment later, the speakers crackled.“Sorry about the disturbance, folks.Our people seem to have it under control, so we’ll continue on to our scheduled destination.”
The traveler across the aisle leaned over.He had finished wiping his hands on the small napkin that had arrived with his plastic cup.
“That guy was Trenton Cox—Chasten Jones’ right-hand man.”He grimaced.“What a douche.”
I nodded.“You know him?”
“I’ve hated him since he bought into the company I built from nothing and ripped it apart without a single thought for my employees.Throwing that Coke in his face was the best interaction we’ve ever had.You know why he wanted to talk to you?”
“I have an idea.”
“Well, I hope you bested him at his game.Both he and Jones deserve to come down a few pegs.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He smiled and picked up his book.
By the time I finished talking to the police when we landed—they asked both me and my new across-the-aisle buddy, George, for our statements—it was late.I was so exhausted I wobbled on my feet.Good thing I was calling a rideshare back to my place.
Cruz met me at my door, took one look at me, and patted my shoulder.Considering he looked just as bad, I offered him a gentle cuff back.
Then, I locked my door behind him and started taking off my clothes.I crawled into bed and wrapped myself around Millie, inhaling her sweet scent, thankful to be home.
“Luka!You’re back,” she said sometime later when she sat up.
She hugged me, and I clutched her close.“What time is it?”
“Two thirty.”
I groaned.“Mind if I sleep a little longer?”
“Go for it.I’m going to change and feed Bree.”
I slipped back into sleep, but I felt Millie leave the bed.When she returned, she ran her fingertips lightly over my cheeks, nose, chin, and lips.She kissed me softly before snuggling into my chest.
“I can’t believe how much I missed you,” she murmured.“I’m not sure I can live without you.”
Luka
“Whyis therean article about you being accosted on the flight?”Millie set her iPad on the bed, still reading, and ran her hands up my arms, over my chest, and down toward my very evident erection.“By Trent?Oh, my—did he hurt you?”
