Some day, I’d have to tell our daughter how we met…
Deciding to let her relax, if only to stop her from blushing because that made me want to see everywhere that blush touched, I let us settle into the flight.
After takeoff, she shot me an expectant look. “I-I need to use the restroom.”
My lips curved. “Permission granted.”
That had her eyes widening in mortification. “God—” She slammed to her feet and scampered off.
Watching her go, I bit back a laugh, amused and unable to hide it as my irritation over the situation eased.
I had no idea what was going on with her, but something was off.
She might be acting stoned, but I doubted she was dumb enough totravel high.
From the bare bones I’d gleaned from Jen, Savannah, and Star, I knew she had brass balls.
For some reason, they were less brassy around me.
When she returned, her smile was cool if oddly sleepy. I knew she thought she’d composed herself after bugging her sisters for thirty minutes.
Yes, I’d counted.
The prospect of sitting in silence when she lounged right next to me was something I couldn’t abide, so I asked, “Where are you traveling to?”
She froze in the act of putting on her headphones. “Cancún.”
“Huh. I’m going there too.”
“Y-You are?”
“I am.”
“I promised my sister we’d go,” she answered warily, but her body language was the opposite of wary—she turned toward me, no longer shutting me out.
And, like a sucker, I basked in her radiance.
“Special gift?”
“Spring break before she has to study for finals.” She bit her lip. “I-I should probably tell you something.”
“Not about my great-uncle again,Gésu?—”
“No! I saw you in Bellevue. The hospital where I work.”
“Ah. Is that why you’re flustered?”
“Um, yes.”Lie. “And the bottle of Dramamine I took before I boarded might have something to do with that too.”
Ah.That explained why she was sleepy and acting out of character.
“You overdosed?” I’d have to spank her if?—
“Not really. I mean, a little.”
Pressing the baggy of nuts I’d received with my drink into her hand, I narrowed my eyes at her until, huffing, she tore it open. Then, I changed the subject because airlines didn’t like it if you spanked people mid-flight.
This was why I preferred flying private.
