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A violent storm greeted me near the end of my flight home. I sat at a table, drafting what I planned on saying to Octi.
The cabin jostled back and forth, knocking my drink onto my notepad. Iced tea, not scotch. I needed to be sober for this.
The words on the page grew before they blurred together.
Lovely.
Not like it mattered.
I’d gotten approximately three words written down, stuck on how to convince Farrow to spend the rest of her life with me.
“Mr. Sun?” The flight attendant approached, clinging on to the edge of the table for support. “We’re flying through severe turbulence. The captain has advised you to put on your seatbelt.”
“Is it safe to fly?”
“I’m sure it is.”
“Yes or no answers only.”
She fidgeted with her pencil skirt, eyeing the cockpit. “I’ll bring back the co-pilot. Just a moment.”
As she scurried away, I returned to the bigger problem at hand. I had no experience with people, let alone relationships.
Romeo’s forced marriage with Dallas could hardly be considered the pinnacle of romance.
As for Ollie, his only commitment to date was with his right hand. (And even that could be considered dubious, given the entire wing in his mansion dedicated to sex toys.)
“Mr. Sun?” The co-pilot claimed the seat across from me, propping his tablet up on the stand. “A sudden storm hit our path. We’re above Delaware right now.” He pointed to a speck on the map. “We may have to travel around the storm and circle in the air until it’s safe to land.”
I checked my watch. “Will it add time to the flight?”
“Maybe an hour to travel around the storm. No ETA on how long we’ll be circling until visibility thresholds are met and we can land.” He zoomed out on the map. “As is, we’re a little over thirty minutes until landing. We have enough fuel to hold for ten hours if needed.”
I couldn’t even afford a minute.
According to Romeo, Farrow would be at a fencing competition in a couple hours. I planned on watching the entire thing with her after convincing her to marry me.
I held his gaze, tossing my ruined notepad to the side. “We’ll keep on this path.”
“We can’t. Potomac Airfield contacted us. It’s not safe to land there. Or anywhere in the D.C. region, for that matter.”
“I need to be in Potomac.Now.”
“Our alternative choice is to land now in Delaware. It’s about a four-hour drive to Potomac, but there’s a storm here as well. The visibility is better but not great.”
“Is it safe to land?”
“Safe? Yes.” He slanted his head, shaking it a bit. “Comfortable? No.”
“Let’s do it.”
At least driving would guarantee I’d arrive before the event ended. I couldn’t take the risk of not making it at all.
The co-pilot still loitered.
“Why are you still here?” I arched a brow. “You have a plane to fly.”
Not well, apparently, because minutes later, it plummeted headfirst.
