Page 110 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“Did we take off already?” I reached across him and yanked open the blinds. “Is the plane moving?” I shouted.

His low chuckle sent chills down my spine in a good way. “Nope. The ground crew is moving.”

“Oh.” Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. “That’s good. Because people walking around in the air is not good.”

“It most definitely is not. So, you don’t like to fly.”

I shook my head, refusing to open my eyes as the plane spun around me. “Nope. Flying is bad.”

“So, why are you flying?”

“Overbearing mother.”

“Ah, I have one of those, too.”

“So, you understand his predicament.”

“Whose?”

“Patrick’s.”

“And who is Patrick?”

Did I have to spell everything out? I was not sober enough to do this. “The guy I jumped out of the plane with.”

I heard a heavy sigh and peeled my eyes open. “What?”

“So, you’re doing all this for another man.”

“Um…rescue,” I got out, finding it more difficult by the second to talk.

The stewardess stopped and handed me a few drinks, winking at me as she proceeded with her tasks. “God loves women who stick together,” I muttered before upending the contents into my mouth.

“You’re rescuing another man?”

I nodded, my brain growing fuzzy. “Can I sleep on you?”

“Why not,” he chuckled. “Will you rescue me if I need it?”

I snuggled into his arm and closed my eyes. “Just don’t make me jump out of any more planes.”

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PATRICK

Headed your way to rescue you. Flight 783. You’d better be there to pick me up because the only way I’m boarding this flight is drunk.

The momentI got her text, I sighed in relief. I hadn’t actually expected Piper to jump on a plane and run in to rescue me, but now that she had, I was brimming with excitement. She was coming to town to save the day, and hopefully, I’d get laid.

There was just one problem. I couldn’t get myself to the airport. I’d have to rely on Chase for that.

Need a ride to the airport.

Going somewhere?

Piper is on her way.

She’s not bringing her fiancé, is she?

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