Page 54 of In Flight

“Oh.” I’m looking down at my hands twisting on my lap. “Well, you never asked.”

He pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jacket, which is still bunched up behind him in the seat. “I’m asking now.” He taps his screen and hands it to me.

I smile rather sappily when I see he’s already created a contact named River Kennedy with a photo he must have snapped of me when I wasn’t looking. I’m in the airplane seat, looking down at whatever I’m drawing, my hair hanging down to hide half my face.

I look far prettier—more lush and striking and sensual—than I’ve ever known myself to be.

Maybe this is what he always sees when he looks at me.

I flush at the thought as I add my phone number to the contact listing.

When I pass the phone back to him, I dig mine out of my bag and pull up my contacts. After tapping out a few words, I hand it over to him.

He reads the screen. Snorts with amusement.

I’ve named my contact Obnoxious Airplane Guy.

After he’s added his phone number, I snap a photo of him to include in the contact. I giggle when I see he’s got a corner of his mouth turned up in that dry little smile I see on him so often.

Perfect.

“What’s so funny? Is it terrible?” He reaches to grab my phone.

I let him have it, still giggling.

He frowns over the photo. “It’s not too terrible. Wish I wasn’t smirking.”

“It’s not terrible at all. It looks just like you. Smirk and all.”

When the plane jerks and starts to back away from the gate, Isaac reaches down to find and fasten his seat belt. “So what have you been up to this week?”

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THE FLIGHT PASSES QUICKLY, and I have a really good time, chatting and laughing with Isaac, who is in fine form this evening.

I’m almost disappointed when we bump down onto the landing strip. The time went so quickly it didn’t seem like I got enough of him.

Of course, maybe the evening doesn’t have to end yet.

“So,” Isaac says, relaxing his grip on the armrest once the plane decelerates.

“So?”

“What’s the plan?”

“Oh.” I feel myself blushing, which is absolutely ridiculous. “I don’t know. What do you want the plan to be?”

“Honestly, if I had my way, we’d get the closest hotel room and not emerge until Sunday evening.” He’s giving me the most adorable eyebrow twitch. “But I know that’s not within the range of possibilities. You told me you want to take it slow and be smart, so you need to tell me if you want to see me again this weekend.”

I swallow hard, my head and heart both spinning wildly. “I do want to,” I admit. “In fact...”

“In fact what?”

“I told my dad I didn’t need his car to pick me up from the airport this evening. That I have plans, so I’ll be late getting to their place.”

His smile comes slowly until it’s warm and broad and radiant. But all he says is “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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