Page 77 of The Best Wild Idea
He finally climbs onto the table like a hungry wolf, one knee drawn up to join me while his eyes stare intensely into mine. But he stops.
“Get up! Up!” I repeat, frustrated by his hesitation.
I can’t wait one more second for him to reach me. I’m nearly there. Everything in me starts clenching and pulling apart. He’s going to miss it if he doesn’t hurry.
“Up! Up! Up!” I begin to shout.Oh my God, this is it.“Silas, you’re going to miss it,” I moan, desperate for him to make it to me before I unravel.
“Up!”
“Silas?” I groan.
Andy’s voice enters the room.
“Up, Jules!”
Wait. What is Andy doing in here?
“Wake up, honey. I hate to break it to you, but you don’t need one more second of beauty sleep. You’re already putting the rest of us to shame as it is. Up, up, up!” Andy claps his hands each time he saysup.
I groan and roll over on the enormous table.
But it’s not a table. There’s a pillow.
I can feeltwopillows.
I squint one eye open.
It’s a bed. I’m on a bed.
That wasn’t a dream was it?
Oh God.
I roll over. I’m on the bed in the back of the plane.
Where I’ve just had the most incredible sex dream of my life. I practically came in my sleep.
But about Silas?
No.
No. No. No.
Chapter 35
Silas
I sent Andy to the back of the plane to get Jules up, since Carl warned us, ten minutes ago, of unexpected turbulence coming up, but neither have returned. We were grounded in Spain for the night due to a storm after driving two hours to the airport, so we left Spain late this morning, a day later than planned.
The plane’s bedroom door cracks open behind me and Jules finally emerges from the back, practically being chased down the aisle by Andy.
“Get buckled back in your seat now, hon,” Andy is saying in a measured tone, shuffling her up to where I’m already seated.
She slides into her seat and pulls the lap belt across her hips to buckle herself in. Andy is chuckling as he continues down the aisle and Jules glares at the back of his head, trying not to laugh, from the look of it.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I say, smiling across the aisle at her.
She looks weirdly flushed and the tiniest bit guilty. Intrigued, I shift to face her full-on.
