Page 95 of Eleven of a Kind

“Maybe whoever is sitting in the seat next to you will be willing to switch,” he said as he placed his bag and guitar case in the overhead.

“Maybe.” I pouted as I walked back to my row.

After getting settled in my seat, I looked up at the man standing in the aisle, glaring at me.

“Not you again?” He sighed as he put his bag in the overhead.

“You have got to be kidding me.” I looked up at him. “Listen.” I politely smiled. “My boyfriend is in the second row, window seat. How about doing a little switchy switch.”

“No. I hate the window seat,” he rudely spoke as he sat down.

“I can see this is your natural mood.” I rolled my eyes.

I heard my phone ping, and when I pulled it from my purse, I had a text from Gabriel.

“He’s next to you, isn’t he?”

“He sure is, and grumpy as hell. He hates the window seat and won’t switch.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I love you. Try to be nice to him.”

“I love you too and can’t make any promises.”

If he wouldn’t switch seats with Gabriel voluntarily, then I’d have no choice but to make him want to.

“So, how was your trip to Seattle?” I asked him.

“Fine.” He folded his hands and closed his eyes.

“Just fine? Let me tell you about mine.”

He opened one eye and looked at me. “Lady, I don’t care how your trip was. All I want to do is rest my eyes, so can you please be quiet?”

“Rest your eyes? It’s nine o’clock in the morning. Did you not sleep well last night?”

“I slept fine. Be quiet.”

“But you know I love to talk from the last time we were on a plane together. By the way, my name is Piper.” I extended my hand.

“I don’t care what your name is, lady.”

“Wow. You’re ruder than I thought. Anyway, my dad left me when I was ten years old, and I went to see him for the first time in nineteen years to confront him. He has this nasty woman of a wife and two beautiful twin fourteen-year-old girls who are my half-sisters. It was a shitshow, to say the least. You should have seen the expression on my father’s face when he saw me. His bitchy wife tried to kick me out but—”

“Okay, that’s it! I’ve heard enough.” He stood from his seat and blocked the others who were trying to make their way to their seats throughout the plane. He grabbed his bag from the overhead, and I watched him walk over to where Gabriel sat. Gabriel got up and walked his fine ass over to the seat next to mine.

“What the hell did you do to that man?” Gabriel asked with a smile. “He’s so pissed.”

“I talked him to death. He couldn’t stand it anymore.” I grinned.

“I knew you could do it.” He leaned over and kissed my lips. “By the way, we’re having a big get-together on the beach tonight.”

“Shocker.” I grinned, and Gabriel chuckled.

“When we land, and I drop you off at home, how about packing a bag for the weekend and staying at my house.”

“I will definitely do that, but I’ll meet you at home later. I have to go to the shop and make sure Raj and Tara didn’t burn the place down.” A smirk crossed my lips.

“Okay.” He laughed. “That’ll give me some alone time with Riley. Plus, she’ll want to unpack all the pottery equipment that was delivered.”

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