“It sucks you have to fly commercial.” A smirk crossed her lips.
“Don’t remind me. I can’t believe the private jet isn’t fixed yet.” I sighed.
“You’ll be fine. Ashton will be with you, which reminds me. Keep him in line, please.”
“Trust me. I will. I’ll see you when I get back. I love you so much.” I hugged her tight.
“I love you too.”
Our business trip went great. As we were sitting in the Chicago airport, it was announced that our flight was delayed due to severe storms.
“Great.” I shook my head.
“Yeah. No kidding,” Ashton spoke.
As we were both scrolling on our phones, a young woman sat in the empty seat next to Ashton.
“Yay! I can’t believe I got upgraded to first class.” She waved her boarding pass.
“That’s nice,” Ashton said, and I chuckled.
“I’ve never been in first class before.”
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” Ashton sighed.
He was in a mood, and I wasn’t sure why. His phone rang.
“What do you want, Kristen? You know I’m on a business trip with my dad. Listen, I’m not discussing this now or ever. Great. You’ve saved me the trouble. Have a good day, Kristen, and lose my number.”
I sat there, trying to mind my own business and ignore what I’d just heard.
“Trouble in paradise?” the young girl spoke.
“Um, no.”
“It kind of sounded like your girlfriend broke up with you.”
“First of all, she wasn’t my girlfriend, and second, do you always listen in on other people’s conversations?”
“No. But it’s hard not to listen when there’s screaming coming from the other end.”
I leaned forward and stared at the young and beautiful woman.
“Excuse me. Do you live in New York?” I asked her.
“Yes, I do.” She smiled.
“Dad.” Ashton lightly smacked my arm.
“I’m going to get a coffee. Can you watch my bag and make sure nobody takes my seat?” she asked.
“Of course he will.” I grinned.
“Thank you. Can I get either of you one?”
“I’m good. Thanks,” I said.
“Since I’m watching your bag and seat, I’ll have a medium Americano with an extra shot,” Ashton said.