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"But this must have cost a fortune!"
He shrugs. "Money doesn't matter when it comes to things like this. I've added the number to my account, if you want to be on your own line, it's easy to do. For now, just focus on having a way to talk to people as you need."
"Marco... Thank you." I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him on each cheek. He cups the nape of my neck to steer me to his lips. A few people stop and stare at us; I just kiss him harder.
That's how we make the walk through the airport; bag-check, security, the gate. We're attached at the hip the whole time. While we wait to board I set my phone up. It's a newer version of my last one, though free of the dings and cracks that riddled mine.
Marco holds his hand out to me. "Let me see it." I hand it over and he taps his thumbs across the screen. "There."
"There?" Taking my phone back, I squint.
"I put my number in."
"In case I need to call you to save my ass again?" I giggle.
Wrapping his arm around my middle, Marco crushes me in a firm, possessive embrace. "Exactly."
The screen by the gate flashes our boarding numbers. I'm used to assisting First Class patrons, but notbeingone. As I follow Marco onto the plane I fidget anxiously. He reaches behind him, gripping my hand, giving me a squeeze. He isn't even looking at me, he can't see I'm nervous, but it's like he knows.
Flooding with warmth, I give his hand a light tug. We reach our seats; big, plush red chairs that lie back flat like beds. I've cleaned them up before, arranged them to have their package of complimentary headphones, thick blanket, and magazine waiting.
As I settle by the window, I check the area around my seat and––yup, the crew did a perfect job.I'll make a point to thank them,I think, looking down the aisle. It's filling with people all heading to their seats.
"Oh yes!" A female voice chirps nearby. "I'll bring you a mimosa right away."
Ah, there's a flight attendant. I twist in my seat andlift my head up over the top of the chair. I want to get a peek at the crew. The speaker from earlier is looking my way. Our eyes lock.
She goes pale.
I go pale.
"Sally?" I ask in disbelief. My former co-worker is working on the plane!
The color drains from her face. "Filia? What on earth are you doing here?" She notices Marco, as recognition blooms in her eyes.
"This is Marco," I answer quickly. "Remember him?"
"Yeah. I do. Why are you and him together?"
"We're..." Unsure how to explain, I twirl my hand in the air nervously. So much has happened, how to boil it all down for Sally?
Marco grips my shoulder gently. "We're dating," he says. His grin makes his eyes twinkle. "She's going to show me around LA when we land."
My heart races as Sally's gaze lingers. "That sounds lovely," she replies, emotionless.
Why is she being so cold?
"Sally, hey, while you're here, I wanted to talk about what happened with Drew."
"What about me?" Drew chirps, swinging up from behind. I turn around, catching his flicker of shock, then annoyance, at the sight of me. "Wow. Filia. Moving up in the world, hm?"
I grit my teeth. "You're here too. Great."
"Itisgreat," he sneers. He sneaks a look at Marco beside me before facing Sally. "What was she telling you?"
"We were just catching up," I reply.
"Why?" Drew snorts. "Sally has better things to do than chat with a tainted former co-worker."
