“Where are you heading?” Jake swallowed.
“Zurich. You?”
“Same.”
“Really?” She chuckled. “What are you doing there?”
“Meeting some friends. I might see someone whom I…love.”
She went quiet before she said, “Sounds like a vacation.”
“It can be when I see the right people.” He was surer of it now, more than ever.
“Does that person know about your love?” she asked.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever tell…her.”
“Oh? Why not?” Beatrice placed a blanket on her lap.
“Because I’m not sure if it’ll ever work out. We work in different worlds. We might not get to see each other all year long.”
“It’s hard to be separated like that.”
“For sure.”
“Well, nice to chat with you now but don’t expect me to talk much throughout the flight,” Beatrice said. “I’m planning on sleeping most of the way.”
“Same here.”
“Good. Glad we established some ground rules—I mean, flight rules.” She buckled in and closed her eyes.
Jake had questions for her.
Would she be attending the same conference as he was?
Who had called her? Hired her? Was it Stella who recommended her?
So many questions.
Yet the most important thing right now was how God had given him his heart’s desire. He had wanted to see Beatrice again.
And here she was.
He leaned toward her. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
She placed her hand in his without saying a word.
He held it.
Even if they didn’t talk the rest of the flight, he was simply satisfied to sit with her.
Was this what love looked like? To be together without having to say a word?
Whether it was or not, Jake felt content.
He would sleep soundly tonight.
Chapter Forty-Nine