Page 24 of Once Bitten

Chapter Ten

The plane landed and we were herded through immigration and baggage claim, and told that we’d all been booked on the earliest flight the next morning to Paris.

“If you all will please wait here, and we will update you on the accommodation we’ve arranged for you.” The customer service manager told us, doing her best to deal with 250 annoyed and tired travelers.

Finn and I had met up and were trying to navigate the inconvenience with as little said between us as possible.

“Go have a seat over there,” I gestured to an empty seat. “I’ll go see where they’ve booked us for the night.”

“I’ll come with you.” He followed me, infuriatingly closing the gap I was trying to put between us.

“It’s my job, Finn, just let me do it.”

He mumbled something under his breath and stopped, and I continued ahead to the crowded service desk.

The line was 80 people deep but I didn’t have anywhere else I needed to be.

15 minutes later I felt a large hand grab my bicep.

“Hey!” I shook it off. “Oh.” It was Finn.

He grabbed my wrist this time, swung my carry on over his shoulder, and pulled me and my suitcase through the crowd.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Would you just stop arguing with me for once and just go with it?” It was the most forceful he’d sounded since our reunion and I somehow felt it was better to just shut up and let him lead.

He dragged me out of the hall and into the parking lot towards the rental cars.

Stopping at black BMW hatch, he opened the trunk and threw our bags in before coming around to the passenger side and opened the door for me.

“Well, am I going to have to get a special seat for you and fasten your seatbelt as well?” He teased as I hesitated.

I slid into the seat and he closed the door before coming around to the driver’s side.

“You ever been to Ireland before?” He asked.

I shook my head, “I’ve never been anywhere.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat.” He winked at me, started the car and screeched out of the car park.