Molly shrugs. “I go with the flow when it comes to those two and their shenanigans.”
“Doug, drumroll, please.”
Doug bangs against his hard-shell carry-on, and Jett throws out jazz hands. “I upgraded us to first class!”
I choke. Those tickets were ten grand. Each. That’s not a shenanigan. It’s a poor financial decision.
My mouth pops open, but Jett points a finger at me. “No arguments. Accept the upgrade.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say,” I argue.
“But the cost,” Jett mimics, voice pitched higher. “This isn’t in the budget.”
What an inaccurate imitation. My voice is not that high.
“I was going to say ‘Hooray!’”
Molly and Doug snicker, and a pile of snacks falls into my lap. “It’s time to discover the wonder Down Under,” Jett cheers.
“How long have you been waiting to say that?” Molly asks.
“Two weeks.”
I huff a laugh. Sounds about right. An idea strikes. “That should be the name of the series,” I shout. “Wonder Down Under.”
His eyebrows jerk up, and a languid grin spreads over his face. “She’s a genius.” The floor squeaks beneath his shoes as he spins toward Molly. “Hear that? She’s coming for your job.”
A bark of laughter sounds before she shoves him toward the gate agent. “Yeah, all right. If she wants to chase you down for receipts, I’m not going to stop her."
If he keeps it up with the generous compliments, the flush of my cheeks will become permanent.
Chapter 6
jett
“This isglorious.” Sofía lifts her legs and wiggles her shoeless feet. Compression socks with small pink flowers decorate her toes and match her fuzzy pink outfit. “Best surprise ever.”
“Even better than the shirts?”
She grunts in response.
I figured the matching shirts were an inside joke or something women related I didn’t understand. I’m not sure I would haveagreed had I known the term’s true origins. Charlie bamboozled me into doing her dirty work, and now I’m left with this odd discomfort behind my sternum even after she accepted the embarrassed apology I word vomited as we boarded the plane.
There’s a chance she forgave me so I would stop speaking.
“Do you want to go over the itinerary before they serve dinner?” she asks. “We can discuss the plan for our first few days in Sydney and the first-episode premiere.”
As she rustles through her purse, her perfume fills the air. It’s tart like ripe cherries, with a soft layer of something sweeter. Strands of long brown hair fall in front of her face, and she pushes them away with perfectly manicured nails.
Her lips quirk upward into a small smile when she notices me staring. I tug the safety briefing out of the front pocket in a panic and pretend I’m reading the material.
Based on her laughter, I don’t think she buys it.
“You did add room for shenanigans, right?”
She rolls her eyes, fully ignores me, and lowers her tray table. The small dismissal gives me a thrill—a little extra incentive to make her smile.
“Right?” I ask, leaning closer to her.
