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Chapters (48)
  1. 1. One
  2. 2. Two
  3. 3. Three
  4. 4. Four
  5. 5. Five
  6. 6. Six
  7. 7. Seven
  8. 8. Eight
  9. 9. Nine
  10. 10. Ten
  11. 11. Eleven
  12. 12. Twelve
  13. 13. Thirteen
  14. 14. Fourteen
  15. 15. Fifteen
  16. 16. Sixteen
  17. 17. Seventeen
  18. 18. Eighteen
  19. 19. Nineteen
  20. 20. Twenty
  21. 21. Twenty-One
  22. 22. Twenty-Two
  23. 23. Twenty-Three
  24. 24. Twenty-Four
  25. 25. Twenty-Five
  26. 26. Twenty-Six
  27. 27. Twenty-Seven
  28. 28. Twenty-Eight
  29. 29. Twenty-Nine
  30. 30. Thirty
  31. 31. Thirty-One
  32. 32. Thirty-Two
  33. 33. Thirty-three
  34. 34. Thirty-Four
  35. 35. Thirty-Five
  36. 36. Thirty-Six
  37. 37. Thirty-Seven
  38. 38. Thirty-Eight
  39. 39. Thirty-Nine
  40. 40. Forty
  41. 41. Forty-One
  42. 42. Forty-Two
  43. 43. Forty-three
  44. 44. Epilogue
  45. Afterword
  46. Also by
  47. Acknowledgments
  48. About Author

The nerve of this guy. I wondered how often someone told him no; it was obvious he thought he could use that charming smile and sweet-as-candy accent to get anything he wanted. Well, almost anything. Me being on my knees for him would not be one of those things.

“Excuse me? You are a stranger, and I will do no such thing,” I scoffed at him and leaned toward the window, away from his cozy warmth—even as I mourned the contact.

“We will see about that.” Yes, we will. Finn was cocky, and I knew the remainder of this flight would be filled with his persuasion methods. What he didn't know was that his attempts would be futile, because I am always in charge. I reached for my headphones and went to play the next movie in the series, needing to block out his babbling.

I clicked on the next movie in the series and leaned back in my seat. I kept my eyes straight ahead and pretended not to notice Finn picking up his own headset and tuning into my screen. He leaned closer to me, and I put all my focus into the movie and none on the clean laundry scent he was sending my way.

Soon enough, my eyelids grew heavy, and I relaxed into my chair. I drifted to sleep, falling into a slumber filled with dreams of my days far before I stepped on this plane.

4. Four

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I planned on falling asleep soon after Olive. I was exhausted and had drank too much. Plus, it was three in the morning, and I was running on half a bag of peanuts.

But, shortly after Olive drifted off to sleep, her head shifted onto my shoulder. I started to move and let her lie on the armrest, but I was frozen. Looking down at her pretty blonde hair splayed across my shoulder, her mouth slightly parted as her breath evened out…it was like a snowflake had landed on my shoulder, a crazy, grouchy, beautiful snowflake. I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to wake her. I already had enough of her attitude when she was awake and sober; I didn’t want to see what that looked like when you woke her up from sleeping off a buzz.

So, I stayed awake. I could easily catch up on sleep since I had tomorrow off from work. I watched the rest of the wizard movie because I was too scared to reach over and change it to anything else.

A familiar ding came over the speakers followed by a woman’s hushed voice, “Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in about thirty minutes,” she said, then proceeded to advise us on landing procedures.