Page 84 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell

“It’s too bad you still don’t like me, though.”

His teasing had the effect he hoped for, and she relaxed. “Yeah. Too bad.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Being in love with someone is all about the little things…and not killing each other.” -Miss-Know-It-All’s Gossip Column

Two days before New Year’s Eve, Gracie sat down in the window seat of the Delta flight that would take them to Salt Lake City, Utah, and on to Chicago, Illinois, and finally, New York City. They had decided to fly out of Twin Falls instead of Boise because it was closer, but the two rows of seating on either side of the plane’s aisle made the jet seem smaller.

Not that Gracie minded; she loved flying, but Eric was so tall, she was worried he’d be cramped.

“Are you sure you don’t want the window seat?” she asked.

“Nah, I’m good.”

She noticed the beads of sweat on his temples, and his skin appeared ashen. “Are you okay? Are you going to be sick?”

He jerked his head. “Yeah, no, I’m good.”

The flight attendant gave her safety demonstration, and the plane started to roll. Gracie watched Eric grip the armrests and bit her cheek to keep from smiling.

“Are you afraid of flying?”

“No, I just hate taking off. And landing.”

This time, Gracie did laugh, even as she slid her hand into his. “Don’t worry. Just squeeze my hand if you get scared.”

“I’m not a child.”

“That’s not why I’m offering. Everyone is scared of something. You shouldn’t be embarrassed of it.”

Eric didn’t say anything else, but as the plane lifted off the ground, Eric’s grip tightened on her hand. Gracie’s stomach flipped as the plane hit a pocket of air and dropped. She wasn’t scared of flying, but she wasn’t a fan of turbulence either.

“If you’re so nervous about taking off and landing, then why did we choose the two-stop option? We could have gone to Boise and just had the one stop in Denver.”

Eric turned his head, and she realized his eyes were closed.

“Because I didn’t want to pay for parking.”

Gracie burst out laughing. “You would rather be petrified than pay thirty dollars?”

“I am not petrified. If I were petrified, I wouldn’t be able to talk.”

Gracie grinned wickedly and leaned over, brushing her lips over his. “I’ve got a few ideas on how to get you to relax.”

“There is no way I’m fitting in a tiny airplane bathroom.”

Realizing he thought she was talking about sex, she giggled. “Actually, I was thinking we could just make out.”

He gave her a quick, hard kiss and whispered, “As much as I love doing that, I’m not really in the mood. I’d rather just talk.”

Gracie’s jaw dropped, and she was glad he couldn’t see the blush on her cheeks. She would never have expected Eric to turn her down just to talk.

He really is scared.

“Okay, what should we talk about?” she asked.

“Tell me about what’s going on with Pip.”

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