Lisa grinned. “No, actually, it was a good one.” Lisa reached into her purse and popped a breath mint into her mouth before taking a swig of her bottled water. “Did I miss anything?”

“No. Most everyone is asleep except for that bloke behind us to the right.”

Lisa quickly stole a glimpse. “Is he one of yours?”

“Don’t you mean ours?” Bennett said with a laugh. “And no, by that Italian suit he’s wearing, I suspect he’s probably returning home from a business trip.”

“Gotcha.”

The peace of the cabin was interrupted when a door opened, and Lisa peered through the dimness to see Gus and Cathleen exiting the restroom on the left side of the cabin. “Oh, my God,” she whispered, angling closer to Bennett. “Did they just do what I think they just did?

Bennett’s eyes watered with mirth. “Since they went in there about thirty minutes ago, I would have to say yes.”

Lisa clamped her hands over her mouth, her face turning red as she tried to suffocate her amusement. Finally, convinced she had herself back under control, Lisa said softly, “Good for them.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“So…are you in that club, too?”

Bennett thought for a moment. “The last relationship I had ended in 1933, and commercial flights were not yet all the rage.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“A few times. Yes,” Bennett said, admitting defeat with a chuckle.

“You dog.”

Merriment danced in Bennett’s eyes as she brandished a cocky-as-hell smile. “Woof.”

Lisa’s heart melted, and she was about to lean in for a kiss when the flight attendant appeared.

“We’ve hit some headwind, so we’ll be getting into Heathrow later than expected. Your layover is going to be really short, so I thought you may need this.” The woman handed them two silver flasks and then returned to her seat.

Lisa’s eyes widened. “Crap. If she’s giving us liquor, we sure as hell better not wake up Finn.”

“It’s not liquor.”

Lisa unscrewed the cap and took a sniff. “Oh, my God. It’s blood.”

“I know.” Bennett removed the cap of her flask and downed the contents. “Bethany has worked as a flight attendant as long as there’s been commercial aviation.”

“Seriously?”

“Darling, we are everywhere and have been for centuries,” Bennett said, setting aside the flask. “We are doctors and lawyers, optometrists and pharmacists, bakers and police officers. We deliver packages and wait tables, run banks, and develop serums. We fight fires. We write music. We appear in the cinema and on fields of Astroturf and grass. Some of us fly planes while others design skyscrapers, and some of us could even be your favorite author.”

“And they follow you wherever you go?”