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“So, what are you going to do while you’re there? Two weeks is gonna be amazing, you’ll have so much time to be able to explore.”

“Han, I’ll be working the entire time I’m there. I’ll have evenings to do things and that’s it.”

“Liz, take time off. You need this. Enjoy yourself. If I was you and travelling halfway across the world to a place I’ve always wanted to visit, I wouldn’t be working.”

I sigh. “We’re going because Mac needs to attend some meetings and he asked if I’d go with. He’ll be working the entire time, too. If I don’t work, then I’ll be by myself in a new country. I’d rather do it this way.”

She falls back on the bed, letting out a loud breath. “I wonder how we’re friends sometimes. You’re being so boring.”

I laugh, because it’s not the first time either of us have shared the sentiment, but we love each other and I know neither of us would trade our friendship for anything in the world.

I throw a dress at her and say, “You love me.”

She sits up and puts it in the suitcase. “I do. I’m going to miss you. Two weeks and an eight-hour time difference is not going to be fun.”

“You could always pick up those overnight shifts so we’re awake at the same time.”

She laughs. “I love you, but I don’t love you enough to do that. Plus, I think Grayson might throw an actual tantrum if I did.”

“He’d work them right alongside you. You have that man on a literal leash.”

“Oh, he’d work them, but then I’d have to listen to him bitch about it.”

I laugh, knowing it’s true. “We’ll do something when I get back.”

“Too far away.”

“You’ll live.”

I throw a few more things into my suitcase before walking Hannah out. We hug, and I promise to send her pictures of the trip as she reminds me to have fun.

CHAPTER 27

Eliza

Mac picks me up early on the Saturday morning for our flight. He took care of booking everything; all I had to do was give him my passport details, and he took care of the rest. It was nice to not have to be in charge of anything other than packing my own bag. That was stressful enough for this trip. I wanted to make sure I had clothes for every type of occasion, unsure of what might happen while we’re in London.

We manage to make it through security quickly, and I load up on drinks and snacks as we make our way to our gate. I loaded my Kindle before I left so I’d have plenty to read while we’re in the air. When the announcement that they’re going to start boarding our flight comes over the loud speaker, I’m surprised when Mac nudges me to gather my things. When they scan our boarding passes on his phone, he tells me our row, and I make my way towards the plane.

I check the row numbers above the seats, and I’m surprised to see we’re in what appears to be first class. I turn to look at him over my shoulder, and he’s just lifting my bag into the overhead compartment before doing the same with his.

“Window or aisle?” he asks.

I slide in to the window seat and look around in shock. The seats are wide and comfortable, with so much space between us and the people in front and behind us. I pull out my Kindle, a blanket, and a small travel pillow from my bag as I settle into my seat.

When I mentioned this trip to the girls, they gave me a ton of travel tips knowing I’ve never flown before. The thing all of them said was to bring a blanket because the planes are almost always freezing. Mac pulls his laptop out and I see him pull up his email and I shake my head.

“It’s Saturday and we’re travelling, are you really working?”

He looks at me before looking back at his laptop. “Yeah. There’s going to be a lot for me to do when we get there.”

I sigh. It really is a good thing I’ll be working while were away; at least I only have to work during the week, though.

Once the flight attendants go through their safety speech, Mac offers me a piece of gum.

“You’ll probably want this for your ears as we take off.”

I take it and pop it into my mouth, staring out the window as the plane backs away from the gate. I watch as the plane makes its way down the runway and up into the air, the buildings and cars on the ground growing smaller and smaller the higher we get. I feel my ears try to pop, but the more I chew the gum, the less I feel it. Before I know it, we’re above the clouds and I can’t see anything on the ground.