Page 140 of Retribution

We walk onto the jet and Indie takes a seat in one of the leather recliners, setting down her book and bag.

“I’ll be just a moment,” I tell her and knock on the cockpit door.

The door opens and I’m met with the dark brown eyes, his face pulled into a grin.

“Devon!” I cheer and pull him in for a brother hug.

“Reed, pleasure to be flying you.” His tone is professional but surprisingly joyful.

He looks great in his pilot uniform, the navy blue and the gold stripes wrap around the sleeves, contrasting to his dark features.

I turn around and step out of the way so he can get a view of the cabin.

“This is my wife, Indie Breckenridge. Indie, this is Devon, my sponsor.” His eyes shift from me to my wife and he smiles a grin that I haven’t seen him provide before, flashing his perfect white teeth.

“Devon Stark, your pilot of the evening.” He removes his hat and holds it at his stomach, bowing.

I roll my eyes as Indie raises an eyebrow at me and smirking.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet the man who steals my husband away for several nights a week,” she jokes, earning a genuine laugh from him.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough flirting. Shall we ditch the tarmac?” I usher Devon back into the cockpit and he laughs again, waving at me before sealing himself inside of the tiny room.

I take the seat across from Indie, her legs crossed over and her converse shoe bouncing.

“Is there any need for you to eye fuck my friends right in front of me?” I joke.

Her cheeks deepen a shade of pink and she pretends to read her book, considering it’s upside down.

“Bit of advice,” I whisper, leaning forward.

“It might help if you turn the book the right way up.” I lean back in the chair as she closes the book altogether, tossing it to the side.

“Buckle up ladies,” Devon’s voice comes through the intercom.

Indie chuckles to herself as we fasten our seat belts.

“Ready for the longest journey of your life?” I ask her.

“I thought I already agreed to that on our wedding day?” she taunts as she twists her wedding rings around her finger playfully.

I shake my head, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing.

I won’t give her the satisfaction.

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We land at our second refueling stop, we’re in Morocco. We have a forty-five minute break to use the toilet, grab some snacks and a hot drink. The jet wasn’t restocked for us as we requested it with short notice.

“How does it feel to be finally traveling the world?” I ask Indie as she skims through a magazine in the airport cafe.

“It feels like every second that I’m with you, it’s dreamy.” She smiles, closing her eyes.

I lean down and kiss her. Everything is beginning to feel okay, to feel like the world has been put back on its axis.

“I’m just going to run to the bathroom, do you need anything?”

She shakes her head.

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