to the car. I jump in the closer side. Davis chucks our bags in the trunk and runs around to the other side and gets in. Jules rides shotgun.
I don’t know if Randall is out there spying, watching my every move. I only hope, now, that he is. He’s managed to do it for the past few years and stay off the radar. But his slip up at the bar just “pinged” that radar. Donovan told me he suspects Randall will now follow me even more closely. It’s a game to him. A challenge. I think Donovan’s game is better. And Randall watching me now is part of it.
Jules and Charlie are staying a few more days. If Randall hasn’t watched me leave, he’ll soon figure out I’m gone if Charlie and Jules are here alone.
“Jules, thanks for the great vacation,” I say as I hug and kiss my best friend goodbye.
“It was pretty great… relaxing,” she laughs into my ear. “Up until that last part… Shit got crazy.”
“Yeah, crazy,” I agree.
I wonder what she’ll think of what’s coming next.
Right before we get on Lawnmower’s private plane at the small local airport, I text Donnie Garrett:
Getting on the plane to STL. Will text when we land.
Donnie’s reply is rapid:
I’ll head to your condo as soon as I get your text.
Looks like we’re wasting no time with Operation Trap Ireland.
***
Once on the plane, seated and holding Davis’ hand, I can breathe again and I exhale. A huge exhale. Davis kisses my forehead and rubs my knuckles with his thumbs. Each move designed to relax me. I, uncharacteristically, order a glass of white wine from Lawnmower’s private flight attendant, take three large cooling sips and pass out on Davis’ shoulder.
Chapter 11-Present: Home, Sweet, Home
“Hey, we’ve landed,” Davis whispers in a scratchy voice into the top of my head. I remember drinking my wine and then putting my head on his shoulder. Evidently, I was so exhausted I missed the entire flight back.
“We’re here already?” I ask and then yawn. I smack my lips and tongue a bit. Ugh! Dry mouth from airplane air. My breath must be delightful! Davis unfastens my seatbelt and I reach down to grab my purse from the floor.
Davis rubs an infinity pattern on my back as I bend and tells me, “I was going to lie you down on the other couch you were so conked out, but I’ve missed having you near me. You didn’t move a muscle once your head hit my shoulder. You were so still, the only reason I knew you were still breathing was your hamster snore. God Damn, it’s adorable.”
I’m still not really awake, but Davis’ hand massaging my back is helping, maybe a little too much. We’re still taxiing in. I suddenly realize I probably missed my chance to join the Mile High Club. I mean, how often will I get a chance to be alone with Davis on a private plane? I turn suddenly and launch myself at Davis, pushing him all the way down on the soft, buttery leather couch of the plane. I thrust my hands in his hair and attack his lips. Davis meets my every move with enthusiasm, a lot of enthusiasm from the feeling I’m feeling underneath me!
“What’s all this about?” Davis laughs in my mouth.
Pushing up on his chest so I can look down into his darkly lashed green, green eyes I whisper shyly, “I think I deprived you of a golden opportunity by falling asleep on this flight.”
“What?” Davis looks at me quizzically. I thrust and rotate my pelvis into his growing hardness. “Oh? You mean, getting my…”
I finish his sentence, “…your Mile High Club card. Yeah. I screwed that up, huh?”
“I’m not too worried,” Davis says nonchalantly, “I think we’ll have plenty of opportunities in the future.”
What in the world is he talking about? We are NEVER going to get another chance to fly in a private plane. We
I don’t know if Randall is out there spying, watching my every move. I only hope, now, that he is. He’s managed to do it for the past few years and stay off the radar. But his slip up at the bar just “pinged” that radar. Donovan told me he suspects Randall will now follow me even more closely. It’s a game to him. A challenge. I think Donovan’s game is better. And Randall watching me now is part of it.
Jules and Charlie are staying a few more days. If Randall hasn’t watched me leave, he’ll soon figure out I’m gone if Charlie and Jules are here alone.
“Jules, thanks for the great vacation,” I say as I hug and kiss my best friend goodbye.
“It was pretty great… relaxing,” she laughs into my ear. “Up until that last part… Shit got crazy.”
“Yeah, crazy,” I agree.
I wonder what she’ll think of what’s coming next.
Right before we get on Lawnmower’s private plane at the small local airport, I text Donnie Garrett:
Getting on the plane to STL. Will text when we land.
Donnie’s reply is rapid:
I’ll head to your condo as soon as I get your text.
Looks like we’re wasting no time with Operation Trap Ireland.
***
Once on the plane, seated and holding Davis’ hand, I can breathe again and I exhale. A huge exhale. Davis kisses my forehead and rubs my knuckles with his thumbs. Each move designed to relax me. I, uncharacteristically, order a glass of white wine from Lawnmower’s private flight attendant, take three large cooling sips and pass out on Davis’ shoulder.
Chapter 11-Present: Home, Sweet, Home
“Hey, we’ve landed,” Davis whispers in a scratchy voice into the top of my head. I remember drinking my wine and then putting my head on his shoulder. Evidently, I was so exhausted I missed the entire flight back.
“We’re here already?” I ask and then yawn. I smack my lips and tongue a bit. Ugh! Dry mouth from airplane air. My breath must be delightful! Davis unfastens my seatbelt and I reach down to grab my purse from the floor.
Davis rubs an infinity pattern on my back as I bend and tells me, “I was going to lie you down on the other couch you were so conked out, but I’ve missed having you near me. You didn’t move a muscle once your head hit my shoulder. You were so still, the only reason I knew you were still breathing was your hamster snore. God Damn, it’s adorable.”
I’m still not really awake, but Davis’ hand massaging my back is helping, maybe a little too much. We’re still taxiing in. I suddenly realize I probably missed my chance to join the Mile High Club. I mean, how often will I get a chance to be alone with Davis on a private plane? I turn suddenly and launch myself at Davis, pushing him all the way down on the soft, buttery leather couch of the plane. I thrust my hands in his hair and attack his lips. Davis meets my every move with enthusiasm, a lot of enthusiasm from the feeling I’m feeling underneath me!
“What’s all this about?” Davis laughs in my mouth.
Pushing up on his chest so I can look down into his darkly lashed green, green eyes I whisper shyly, “I think I deprived you of a golden opportunity by falling asleep on this flight.”
“What?” Davis looks at me quizzically. I thrust and rotate my pelvis into his growing hardness. “Oh? You mean, getting my…”
I finish his sentence, “…your Mile High Club card. Yeah. I screwed that up, huh?”
“I’m not too worried,” Davis says nonchalantly, “I think we’ll have plenty of opportunities in the future.”
What in the world is he talking about? We are NEVER going to get another chance to fly in a private plane. We
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