“I’m well aware.” He hung up, taking the last word with him.
Sixteen
PRESENT DAY
KATIE
On the first day of the wedding party, I buckled my seatbelt on the plane, grateful I had the first two seats in first class to myself.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the doors to the jetport will shut within the next five minutes,” the pilot’s voice floated through the speakers. “If you wish to depart the aircraft, now is the time to do so.”
Adjusting my neck pillow, I looked out the window—taking in my final view of New York for the next three weeks.
“Would you like a drink before takeoff, Miss Elizabeth?” a flight attendant asked.
“Um…” I desperately wanted a cup of green tea, but I’d heard one too many horror stories about the water on planes.
“No, I’m okay.” I shook my head. “Thank you.”
As I watched the air traffic controllers waving their wands, the seat next to me dipped.
So much for having the row to myself…
“Sorry, I put my notebook in your—” I stopped talking when I saw my seatmate holding out my pink folder.
Wearing a crisp white T-shirt that clung to his abs and dark blue jeans, Asher was smiling at me.
I didn’t smile back.
“I’m pretty sure I paid for the window seat,” he said. “You can move out of it now.”
“I’m already comfortable.”
“And? Don’t make me call the flight attendant over this.”
“Really?” I crossed my arms. “You’re going to make me move?”
“Would you ask me to move if things were reversed?”
Absolutely.“No.” I shook my head. “I would be mature and treat you to a drink.”
“The drinks in first class are free.”
“I would still treat you to one and be very nice, since I could see that you’re struggling with a very difficult job.”
“You’re a bigger person than me, then.” He smiled. “Move. Now.”
I groaned and unbuckled my seatbelt.
As I was preparing to stand, Asher laughed and settled into the aisle seat.
“So, I don’t need to move anymore?” I asked.
“Not unless you want to sit in my lap.” His dimples deepened.
“I’ll pass.”
“I just wanted to see if you’d actually move for me,” he said. “You can keep the window seat.”
