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Oona glared at him, her eyes thin slivers.

He grinned at her and sighed. “This is delicious.”

“I need this plane to land so I can be done with you once and for all,” she gritted out, tapping the screen on her e-reader and focusing back on it.

“The feeling is mutual, babe. Trust me.” Then he put his elbow on the armrest, only for her to knock it off again, this time making him spill a little of his ginger ale.

It was worth it.

Chapter Six

Longest. Flight. Of. Her Life.

Oona would rather spend eighteen hours on a flight between two hairy hippies who considered deodorant and bathing optional, and brought their own sauerkraut onto the plane, than even another minute next to Aiden.

The man was insufferable.

And what the hell was that in the bathroom?

Was it a power play?

Was he trying to seduce her? Did he want to make her crack?

It certainly seemed that way when he insinuated they should engage in a dangerous public display of indecency. Because she was pretty sure that’s what having sex in an airplane bathroom was. And that was illegal.

And he was supposed to be a man of the law.

Then he rubbed it in like lemon juice in a paper cut when he got the last ginger ale.

She didn’t hate apple juice. It was fine.

But as someone who rarely drank soda to begin with, she liked to treat herself to ginger ale when she flew.

Ugh!

He was such a jerk.

And bringing up his mouth on her clit? Really? Could he be any more crass?

Didn’t stop you from getting hot and wet, though.

Yeah, the physiological reaction her body had to Aiden was in complete contrast to the one her brain experienced. Her brain hated him. Her body wanted him naked and on top of her more than she wanted all the ginger ale in the world.

Add in the fact that she was reading a spicy romance on her e-reader, and she was a lost cause with a puddle in her panties by the time the plane landed in Vancouver.

It was too quick of a layover between when she landed and when her flight to Victoria left. Fortunately, she didn’t have to claim her bag and recheck it; she just had to find her new gate and hustle. There were only thirty minutes between when she landed and when the next plane departed.

She was running through the airport, but that only made her need to pee, so she ducked into a bathroom and sure enough, her panties were frustratingly damp.

Well, at least she wouldn’t have to see Aiden again.

But what in the world were the odds of him being on her flight to Vancouver? What was he doing here? And the fact that she was seated next to him? Fate had a messed-up sense of humor.

She resumed her hustle through the expansive YVR, reaching her gate as people were boarding. Then she handed over her boarding pass, smiled at the flight attendant, and slowed her roll behind an elderly couple on the jet bridge. She made it. No need to build up any more sweat under her pits. She’d be on the island in half an hour, then hugging her baby sister ten minutes after that.

It was still hard to believe that Rayma was getting married.

Rayma, the wild child of the Young sisters. The free spirit that their parents couldn’t handle.

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