Page 44 of Fall to Me

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I know you’ll be curled up on the couch tomorrow, watching your favorite hockey player.

River

Who? Aiden?

Carter

Kitten . . .

River

What?

Carter

Take it back right now!

River

Eh . . .

Carter

Take. It. Back.

River

Bahahaha

Cal plops down in the seat beside me, chuckling under his breath.

“You’ve got it bad.”

“No worse than you've got it, fucker.” I laugh, looking down at my phone as the text bubbles appear, then disappear.

Sean takes the seat across the aisle from us and looks around the plane before turning to Cal. “Smiley,” he whispers. “Your wife coming with?”

Cal frowns. “Why, Mac? You in trouble with her or something?”

Sean shakes his head. “No.”He looks up front, then presses his head back against the seat, closes his eyes, and lets out a groaned, “Fuuuuck.”

Aspen passes us, heading toward the back with her mom, Tucker, and Hannah trailing behind her. Sean turns to look at them and then falls back against his seat just as Aiden walks up with his carry-on. He stops beside us, and Sean stands to let him in.

“Why do I always have to sit by the window?” Aiden complains, shoving his bag into the overhead storage.

“Because, dude. I hate heights. You know this.”

Sean looks to the back of the plane again, and Aiden slides into the row.

As Sean plops back down, Aiden says. “I think she saw you, man.”

“You think?” Sean spits back sarcastically, then slumps down further into his seat as if she didn’t walk right past us and see him sitting there.

“Yeah,” Aiden says. “It’s kinda hard to hide behind the Jason Momoa hair.”

“Hey, now. Watch it. My hair is way fucking better,” Sean argues.

Cal stands up and strips off his suit jacket. “What the hell did my wife do to you?”

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