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I’d be screwed if I’d gone for comfort with my Ugg boots. They’d be soaked in seconds.
I tucked my hair behind my ear as I stepped out into the domestic arrivals area. William was right there, and he grinned when our eyes met. Warmth flooded my cheeks.
Good Lord.
I’d forgotten how handsome he was, even all wrapped up like we were at the North Pole.
He adjusted his scarf around his neck, then bent to kiss my cheek in a greeting. “Hi.”
Oh, God, I was blushing. I was blushingso hard. This was ridiculous.
“Hi,” I replied, dipping my chin. “You’re here early.”
“My sister was freaking out about napkins, so it was a good time to leave,” he said slowly, his lips curving to one side. “You’re also early.”
“Yeah, we left on time and had the wind behind us.” I shrugged, adjusting my grip on the handle. “Is there anywhere to get a drink here? I could do with a coffee. I’m tired.”
“Of course. Do you need to eat, too?”
“No, I got some food at Heathrow before I got on the plane. I just woke up really early.” I smiled.
“Come on. There’s coffee just around the corner.” William took my suitcase from me, shooting me a look when I was about to tell him it was fine.
Right.
He had manners.
The ‘coffee just around the corner’ was just that, and we got in line for the small corner area that passed as a coffee shop. It smelt amazing compared to the weak stuff on the plane, and I was practically drooling at the mere scent of it.
I wasexhausted. Tired was a true understatement. It’d been a while since I’d had to go through the rigamarole of an airport and flying on a plane, and I’d forgotten just how tiring the whole process was.
“How was your flight?” William asked.
I yawned, quickly covering my mouth with my hand. “Oh, sorry.”
He fought a smile.
“It was… uneventful.”
“As all good flights should be,” he replied without missing a beat. “There are far too many types of coffee on this menu.”
I was about to joke about him being an old man in a young man’s body, but I glanced at the menu just to make sure, and holy crap.
He was right.
It was like Starbucks but… high. On psychedelics.
“Maybe just a cup of tea, then,” I mused.
Will laughed. “You can nap on the way, if you want. It’s about ninety minutes to two hours depending on the roads.”
“Two hours? Where the hell do your grandparents live? The Shetland Islands?”
“No, but they’re very north. The roads are also pretty bad, so I have to drive a little slower than normal.”
“Oh. Right. That makes sense.”
We got to the front of the line and both ordered, and I tapped my card against the machine before he had a chance.
