Page 6 of Lovestruck at Sundown
The past few days in South Africa had been a dream, and I wasn’t ready to wake up.
Cape Town quickly became a cluster of tiny twinkling lights, so I sighed and pulled down the window’s screen.
William dropped a quick kiss on my lips and stood. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
I nodded and smiled as I watched him walk up the aisle toward the cockpit.
“Can I help you with a refill, miss? Or anything else to drink?” the flight attendant asked sweetly, lifting the almost empty glass of water from the table in front of me.
“Ah, yes, please. More water, and do you have any wine?”
“Red?”
“Please.” I widened my eyes and nodded, making her chuckle under her breath.
“I’ll be right back with your drinks, miss. We’ll be serving dinner shortly.”
“Thank you so much.” I smiled as I watched her turn around and approach David and Aaron, who also asked for their glasses of water to be refilled. They couldn’t see me watching them from where I sat slightly behind them and across the aisle, but I caught Aaron staring at the flight attendant as she walked away. David nudged his shoulder against Aaron’s, clearly teasing him about it, but he quickly looked away with a frown.
That must’ve been the first time I ever saw Aaron looking at a woman like that, withwantin his eyes. He was always so uptight and collected.
So alone.
But he didn’t know I was watching, and since it had been a long and exhausting trip, maybe that’s why he allowed himself to let his guard down for half a second and take a look at the flight attendant’s curvy ass.
I cared about Aaron, and I wished he would someday find someone to love that would love him back. Someone that would keep him company. But I also knew him well enough to know where his loyalty and priorities lay. My father and his job.
We’d been through so much together, and I couldn’t deal with the discomfort that kept brewing between us since he arrived in Cape Town.
William shut the cockpit door behind him and snatched a beer from the kitchen on his way back to me. The flight attendant walked close behind him, carrying a small tray with our drinks, which she placed on the table as soon as William retook his seat beside me.
“Can I get you anything else, Mr. Sjöberg?”
“I’m fine, Amy. Thank you,” he said, lifting his beer and taking a quick sip. “I’ll have a glass of cabernet with dinner,though, whenever that’s ready.”
“Of course.” Smiling, she turned on her heel and advanced toward Aaron and David to give them their drinks.
I took a long sip of my wine and leaned in to say, “So, you fly private so much that you’re on a first-name basis with the flight attendant?”
“Are you jealous, älskling?” William lifted a brow and drew his face closer to mine. “That I know her name?”
I wasn’t, but I was in the mood to tease him. It was inevitable to want to have him tease me back when we played these little games.
“Never.”
William’s lips were an inch away from mine, and we’d kissed so many times already, but I once again found myself breathing harder and feeling a heat igniting in my core.
“Amy,” he said, kissing the corner of my mouth, “is wearing a name tag, and this is the first time I’ve seen her in my life.”
Duh.
William tickled my waist, and I let out a cry that turned into laughter. Aaron and David inevitably looked our way for a second but quickly went back to their conversation.
Amy served dinner fifteen minutes later, and it was delicious. Meat, potatoes, salad, bread, and wine. She brought an assortment of pastries to choose from for dessert afterward.
“She’ll take the mini strawberry pies,” William said to her with a laugh. Amy seemed confused as she reached for the small black plate with the pies to place it in front of me.
Sliding the plate to his side, I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him. “I’ll take the chocolate fudge cake, Amy. Thank you.”
