Page 2 of Too Far To Sea
Chris Johnson, another bodyguard, entered with the largest ice cream sundae Dana had ever seen outside of a restaurant. “The kids made this themselves. They wanted to bring it over, but their mom wouldn’t let them.”
Three little faces appeared in the doorway. Knowing they would have jumped on her couch and Porter or Peter would have hit her unbooted ankle, she was thankful for Candace Ogilvie’s foresight.
The youngest boy leaned into the room. “It’s a smiley face!”
“To make you feel better!” shouted Porter the oldest of the
Ogilvie’s adopted children.
“It was my idea!” Polly pulled Peter back into the penthouse proper.
Chris set the bowl on the coffee table. Dana got a better look. The children topped Vanilla ice cream with two chocolate chips stuck in the center of marshmallow made eyes, a bright red cherry nose, and a long-sliced banana for the mouth. A copious amount of chocolate syrup and rainbow-colored sprinkles on top of the Sundae made up the hair under a whipping cream hat. “Thanks kiddos. This is a perfect dessert to help me heal.”
“You’re welcome Miss Dana. Get well soon!” Her little charges ran off.
Dana looked from the bowl to Chris. “Can you stay and help me with this?”
“Sorry, no.” He swiped the cherry nose. “Someone has to do your job. Ogilives are going out as soon as Mrs. Ogilive puts the kids to bed. I am on duty.”
Dana dipped a spoon in the hat. “Good luck keeping them in bed if they ate too much ice cream.”
“They didn’t.” Chris closed the door behind him.
“Grab a spoon, ladies. Before this melts. Cannoli can wait.”
“I found your flight reservation.” Brit stared at her phone and held up a finger. “Why are you in economy? The amount of flying you’ve done this year with Hastings I thought you would have enough points to upgrade.”
“I’m going to ignore the fact that you can look up a passenger’s reservation from your phone.” Dana ate a large bite, hoping the ice cream headache would dull the pain in her foot.
“Most employees can’t. I’m piloting a new Legacy Airlines app. Perk of being a founder’s grandchild. Why the nasty seat?”
“Motherzilla asked me to donate my miles so the bride can fly business.” Anything for her sister. Despite the rift with their mother, they had grown close since Cheyanne started college.
“Looks like Sheila and your stepfather are in business, too.” Brit rolled through the phone. “I hate to tell you this. They made a block of reservations. You are the only one in economy.”
Dana closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. She knew better than to trust her mother with her reservation. “I was told I was sitting with the rest of the bridal party.”
Brit bit her lip. “I have some good news and some bad.”
“I’ll take the bad first.” Chocolate dripped onto Dana’s shirt. It was a bad news sort of day anyway.
“Bad. On your return flight, business and first class is full, but I can move you to premium so extra legroom. Good news. For your flight there, I have an open first-class seat and I can change you to it.”
“Is that ethical?” asked Dana.
“Was it right for Sheila and your stepdad to take your miles for your half-sister and put you in the worst seat in the plane?” asked Brit. “What is the point of having friends who work at Legacy if they can’t help you out? Besides, first-class seats make into a bed so you can keep your foot up. Your own private area.”
“Another reason to use a wheelchair. You’ll be on the plane first. Motherzilla will have no idea you got a better seat.” Simone dipped her spoon into the smile.
Brit tapped on her phone again. “There, your wheelchair request is in and your new seat assigned.”
Simone held up her phone. “Oh, and look at that. Your favorite flight attendant just traded her Paris flight for London. I promise you will have the best flight.”
Dana laughed. “I can’t believe you two. Well, if I am getting kicked out of the wedding party, at least I can do it in style.”
“If they do kick you out, you should go to Bath and see all the fun Jane Austen stuff.” Brit dug into the melting ice cream.
“Or go to Lyme Regis and walk the Cobb. So romantic.” Simone ate a marshmallow eye.
