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“You owe me.”
My brow piques. “What would you like, Ms. Landon?”
“I don’t know, but you will pay for this.”
“Looking forward to it,” I say, smug and happy. “Is there anything else I can do for you tonight to make your stay more satisfying?”
Paige exhales hard. “We’ll talk about it on the train tomorrow.”
I pause. “The train?”
“I booked us a train to Boston,” she explains. “It’s slower than flying, obviously, but we can afford the break. Boston is a smaller location and we’ll be there through the weekend, so we’ll have plenty of time to do what we need to do by Monday morning.” She goes quiet, a subtle reaction to my stunned silence. “Is that okay?” she asks.
The tight knot in my stomach loosens a bit. Another reason I’m staying up late tonight is the sense of impending doom in my gut knowing that I’ll be boarding a plane in the morning.
I hate flying. Hate it. I’d hoped that by the time I made Liaison I’d be over it, but some irrational fears run too deep.
But then, Paige Landon calls with my salvation. One night’s worth, at least.
But it’s enough.
“Yeah, it’s okay. That, uh…” I clear my throat. “That sounds great, actually.”
“Good, because the tickets are nonrefundable, so…”
I laugh. “I think we’ll manage,” I say. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she answers. “I’m fine. A little creeped out by the ending of this book, but… fine.”
I swallow my questions. She sounds fine. She says she’s fine.
I shouldn’t pry.
“Try to get some sleep,” I say instead. “Big day tomorrow.”
“Yeah, big day,” she says. “Goodnight, Oliver.”
“Goodnight, Paige.”
I listen for the click. I take a deep breath as the dial tone rises. I exhale slowly as I lower the phone onto the cradle and her voice lingers a little longer in my ear. Light and soothing.
My cock throbs, easily tenting the covers.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
She knows.
Paige has sat next to me for two flights now, and that’s all she needed to realize it. She saw me, white-knuckled and sweaty, and she went out of her way to make me feel more comfortable. Honestly, if anyone else saw through me so easily, I’d be angry. The idea of someone seeing me so weak turns my stomach.
Except her.
For her, I’m grateful. I’m comforted. I’m very turned-on.
She’s… incredible.
And I’d very much like to remind her of that.
CHAPTER 20
