Page 109 of Fourth Point Of Contact

I stood in line, my heart thumping wildly in my chest as I waited for my doom. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.How could I be so stupid as to get on another plane by myself? I wouldn’t do it with Patrick, but here I was, risking life and limb just to spend a week with him and save him from his overbearing mother.

God, I really did have a few screws loose.

Carrying my bag and my drink was awkward, and I giggled as I imagined Patrick getting on a flight with his crutches and wonky leg. He’d probably yell at all the passengers and curse them for being in the way. Then again, he was really nice. He’d probably apologize to everyone for the inconvenience and make a joke out of it.

I found my seat and lifted the overhead door to stuff my bag inside, but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t get the damn bag up there. I was tall enough, but unfortunately, alcohol made it rather difficult to accomplish my task. How much vodka had he put in that drink? Holy hell, I was really feeling it now, and sucking down the contents hadn’t exactly helped.

I started slamming my fist into my bag, hoping that would get the damn thing in the overhead bin. Sadly, nothing seemed to work.

“Need some help?”

Huffing, I turned and stopped dead in my tracks. Another beautiful man. My whole body whimpered with need. Was I destined to run into hot men left and right? What was going on? Now that I had left James, was every man going to be a temptation I couldn’t walk away from?

I swallowed my tongue and nodded, stepping aside, which turned out to be the wrong thing to do because my bag fell and hit me on the head.

“Hey! Watch out,” the man said, trying to catch my bag, but it was too late. It fell to the ground at my feet and sighed heavily. That just figured. “Are you alright?”

He picked up my bag and watched me carefully.

I held my finger and thumb together, squinting as I looked at it. “A little drunk.”

That brought a smile to his face. Thank God, I hadn’t thrown my drink at him. “Not a good flier, huh?”

“Not since I jumped out of a plane and spent a night with a bear,” I answered drunkenly.

He sent me a charming smile and slid into the aisle that was supposed to be mine. “I’ll give you the aisle in case you need to vault to the bathroom.”

“Thass so charming,” I said, taking my seat.

“Well, I do what I can for a lady in distress.”

“Dissstress,” I repeated, snorting at the implication, patting him on the arm rather roughly. “I am in distress. My whole life is distress!”

“You have a fiancé.”

I swiveled my head and peered into his green eyes. “I what?”

He chuckled, pointing to my hand. “You have a fiancé.”

My eyes swiveled to my left hand and I chuckled. “Oh, this. Not engaged,” I enunciated. “The bastard cheated on me. Cheated good. Hence my horrible last flight.”

“Were you on your way to see him?”

“Huh?” See him? Why would I see him? I was confused already.

“When you jumped out of the plane,” he clarified.

“Oh. Pshh!” I waved my hand in the air and ended up smacking him. Whoa, I really needed to lay off the alcohol. “Excuse me!” I called out to a passing flight attendant. “When you have a chance, I’m gonna need some…” I motioned as if I was drinking and she winked at me.

“No problem.”

“Yep, definitely don’t need anything more to drink,” I huffed.

“But you just asked her to bring you some.”

I turned back to Greenie and grinned. “Not needing is not the same as not wanting.”

“Right.” He nodded, but I got the feeling he didn’t get it at all. Or maybe that was just the way the plane was spinning around me.

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