“I already got fired,” he laughs. “And that’s because I’m your date to the wedding. You owe me. Maybe introduce me to Allie if you’re not interested. She’s sexy as hell.”
“I’m not interested in her,” I say, closing my eyes as the plane takes off. “And you don’t need me to do groundwork. Introduce yourself. Or have Sophie do it. She lives to set people up.”
“Yeah, Sophie’s awesome. She’s so nice to me. And speaking of sexy, good God—”
My eyes snap open. “Ant,” I say, putting my finger in his face, “don’t let Seb catch you looking at her or you’ll lose another client and probably a few limbs. He’s crazy protective.”
“I’m careful,” he says, grinning, “but you can’t ask me not to look. Holy fuck.”
“Asking you to be my guest was maybe the worst decision of my life. You’re either going to end up diseased, passed out drunk in some ditch or Seb’s going to kill you with his bare hands. I wonder if I asked the pilot nicely if he’d turn the plane around.”
“No such luck, brother. The only way off now is with a parachute.”
“Don’t tempt me.” I grab a book out of my bag. “Now leave me alone for a while so I can read.”
“You read out in public like this?” He looks around the plane. “Where your friends can see you?”
“I’m reading a book, Ant, not whacking off.”
“I think I’d rather have someone see me whack off—”
The flight attendant stops at our row just as he’s saying it. She tries to cover the disgust that fills her face. “May I get either of you anything?” she says, glaring at us.
“Yeah, I’ll take a parachute if you can pry open one of the doors for me,” I say. “But if you can’t, I’ll take a beer and keep them coming.”
* * *