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“Up front, business.”
“We’re flying business class?” I squeak.
He kisses my fingertips. His sexy eyes linger on mine. “Only the best for my wife.”
I look to the gate impatiently. “We’re going to miss it.” People have been lining up and getting on our plane.
Henley is reading the paper, in no rush whatsoever. “We are not going to miss it.”
“If we miss it . . .”
He rolls his eyes and keeps reading.
I watch as more people board. “Henley . . .”
“I don’t like boarding a plane too early.”
“Why not?”
“Because you are on there long enough. Have patience, woman.”
I exhale heavily. If we miss it, I’m going to go feral. Over the next fifteen minutes, I watch as the line dwindles. “Last boarding call for flight 282 to Phuket.”
I widen my eyes impatiently.
“Now we can go.” He stands and leads me over to the boarding gate; we pass the flight attendant our tickets, and she scans them. “Hello, Mr. James, welcome aboard.” She smiles at me. “Hello.”
“Hi.” I beam. Thank god. Just get me on the plane already. We walk down the corridor to the plane. “I’m nervous,” I whisper as I grab Henley’s hand.
“What for?”
“I’ve never flown business before.”
“That makes you nervous?” He frowns as we walk onto the plane.
“Uh-huh.”
“Weirdo,” he mouths.
“Mr. James, this is you.” She gestures to a chair in the front. “And this is you, Miss Drinkwater.” I look down at the two wide leather seats in their own cubicle thingy. There’s a fancy screen between our two chairs.
“Thank you.” I smile. She goes to serve someone else, and my eyes flick to Henley.
He frowns in question.
“There’s a glass screen between us,” I whisper as I look around at the other seats.
“Yes, some planes have this seating configuration,” he replies.
“I would’ve rather been in cattle class, where I can sit next to you.”
He takes my bag from me and puts it in the overhead. “I’ll be on top of you for ten days. Enjoy the peace.” He kisses me quickly and sits me down. “Fasten your seat belt,” he instructs.
I roll my eyes and do as I’m told.
He takes his book and sits in the seat beside me. Even though he is close, I can’t touch him at all.
Ugh . . . stop it, Juliet. Can you hear how needy you’re being? The world won’t fall apart because you can’t touch your boyfriend for one measly flight.
