Page 87 of Holding You
I watch as the guys each take their seats with their girls. Then Brooke with Grace and Linc with Dutton.
I let out a sigh as soon as I feel her standing next to me.
“I know you have long legs and whatnot, but if I sit by the window, there is a high chance that I'll puke.”
I glance up at Ruby, my head jerking back.
“Seriously?”
She nods. “Trust me, I’m not excited about it either.”
I stare at her for a moment, searching for any sign of her messing with me, but she shrugs. I unbuckle my seat belt and slide over.
The plane has two seats on each side of the aircraft, so by the time she sits, we are rubbing arms.
I adjust my legs, with one leg taking up a bit of her space.
She twists to make room but doesn’t say a word.
I don’t know whether her silence is because she’s waiting for me to say something, or if it’s because I'm starting to get the feeling she isn’t a fan of flying. But I do know I’m disappointed that she isn’t attempting even a little conversation.
“How many flights do you think you’ve been on in your life?” I ask.
“More than fifty.”
I let out a whistle. “That was a fast answer.”
“Well, Max is eight, and he and I have flown home three times a year since he was born. I also took a couple of flights before he was born.”
I nod slowly.
“So, he’s an expert flier?”
“Who loves the window seat.” She forces a smile. Then her eyes flash to the window, and she looks away quickly.
“We haven’t even started moving.”
“I know.”
“Just looking at it makes you sick?”
“Just thinking about it makes me sick.”
So flying isn’t her thing.
Got it.
I close the window shade.
“Susie isn’t a fan of flying either. The take-offs and landings always put her on edge,” I tell her.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“I’m not. It’s true.”
And distraction always worked best with her.
“So did Max get to see you freak out a little like this or did you keep it together?”
