Page 129 of Maximum Dare
I glanced toward the private cabin. “My phone’s been off.” I felt a jolt of disbelief. “It’s not…?” No, that was impossible.
“I’ll send Katarina to wake her?” said Baxter.
I waited for the stewardess to pass by me and followed her toward the cabin, peeking through the door to see who the mystery guest was who’d hitched a flight.
I inhaled in a rush when I saw Daisy.
She had flown to Brazil.
She remained fast asleep, lying with her brunette locks curled on the pillow and her arms above her head, looking restful and not like someone who was terrified of flying.
“I know her,” I whispered to the stewardess as I entered the small space.
She stepped back.
Katarina waited in the doorway. “I gave her a drink to calm her nerves, sir. She spent the first half of the flight curled up in a ball.”
“What did you give her?”
“A shot of whisky.” She grimaced. “Well, two, maybe.”
My eyes widened at her confession, but clearly it had worked as Daisy looked serene.
I sat on edge of the bed and glanced back at the stewardess, who was lingering in the doorway protectively. “She slept the rest of the way.”
It worried me that Daisy had been so stressed. Though, selfishly, I was glad that I didn’t have to wait a minute longer to hold her in my arms. I should have been with her during the flight, holding her hand and saying the kinds of things that would have made this trip bearable for her.
She’d faced her biggest fear…for me.
I leaned low and pressed my lips to her forehead.
Daisy’s breathing lightened and she stretched languidly, sleepily opening her eyes and brightening when she realized it was me.
She took my hand. “You came back to me.”
“That was the plan, yes, but you beat me to it.”
She gave me a sweet smile. “I’m so happy to see you.”
I glanced back at the stewardess to let her know she could leave us. With a nod of understanding, she closed the door and gave us privacy.
I reached for the bottle of water on the side table and handed it to Daisy. She drank thirstily and then looked around.
“Where am I?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Am I on a…?”
“You’ve landed now. Obviously.”
“Don’t let it take off again.”
I squeezed her hand. “You were very brave.”
“I might have had a drink. That stuff tastes nasty.”
“Whisky?”
