Chapters (107)
- Glossary
- One
- Josh
- Two
- Delaney
- Three
- Delaney
- Four
- Delaney
- Five
- Josh
- Six
- Delaney
- Seven
- Josh
- Eight
- Delaney
- Nine
- Josh
- Ten
- Delaney
- Eleven
- Josh
- Twelve
- Delaney
- Thirteen
- Delaney
- Fourteen
- Delaney
- Fifteen
- Josh
- Sixteen
- Josh
- Seventeen
- Delaney
- Eighteen
- Delaney
- Nineteen
- Josh
- Twenty
- Delaney
- Twenty-One
- Delaney
- Twenty-Two
- Delaney
- Twenty-Three
- Delaney
- Twenty-Four
- Josh
- Twenty-Five
- Josh
- Twenty-Six
- Delaney
- Twenty-Seven
- Delaney
- Twenty-Eight
- Josh
- Twenty-Nine
- Delaney
- Thirty
- Delaney
- Thirty-One
- Delaney
- Thirty-Two
- Delaney
- Thirty-Three
- Josh
- Thirty-Four
- Delaney
- Thirty-Five
- Josh
- Thirty-Six
- Delaney
- Thirty-Seven
- Josh
- Thirty-Eight
- Delaney
- Thirty-Nine
- Josh
- Forty
- Delaney
- Forty-One
- Delaney
- Forty-Two
- Delaney
- Forty-Three
- Josh
- Forty-Four
- Delaney
- Forty-Five
- Delaney
- Forty-Six
- Delaney
- Forty-Seven
- Delaney
- Forty-Eight
- Josh
- Forty-Nine
- Delaney
- Fifty
- Delaney
- Fifty-One
- Delaney
- Epilogue
- Delaney
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- About the Author
“I guess I should let you go and get some sleep. I love you.”
“Love you too. Goodnight, Josh.”
“Still wish you were here. Goodnight.”
When we terminate the call, I look at the clock by the bed. It’s only nine-thirty, so I scroll to Pania in my contacts and press call.
“Yo.”
I laugh. Even that short word tells me she’s eating. She’s probably in bed watching TV and stuffing her face like me.
“If I wanted to go away for two weeks, would you come and stay here to look after Amelia?”
“You know I would.” Her words are muffled. “Why?”
“Josh just asked me to spend a fortnight in Hawaii with him.”
“I hope you said yes.” I hear her swallow. “You’re insane if you didn’t.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to dump you in it.”
She laughs. “My best friend’s Hollywood boyfriend has just asked her to spend two sex weeks in Hawaii, and you think I’m not going to bend over backwards to make it work for you? You’d do the same for me.”
“You’re the best.”
“Don’t you forget it.”
“I promise I’ll find you your own Hollywood boyfriend.”
She lets out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, Delaney, that’s what I’m counting on.”
Thirty-One
Delaney
“Excuse me.”
The very tall man in the aisle seat looks me over. “Yes?”
“Could I squeeze past you? That’s my seat.” I point past him to the middle seat in the row. The thought of having to bug this guy if I need to use the toilet while we’re flying tightens my chest.
In the diner, I can handle social situations—I know my customers. But I’m not a fan of being surrounded by people, and that’s how this feels.
I hated flying economy to the US last time, and although the flight to Hawaii isn’t as long, the thought of being sandwiched between two guys is not exactly awe-inspiring.
All I want is a bit more space and a comfortable seat.
At least at the other end of this flight, Josh’ll be waiting and it’ll be worth it.
The man in the aisle seat eyes me and lets out a loud sigh as if I’m asking for the moon. Slowly, he stands and steps out to let me in. He grunts as I make my way past.
“Thank you.”
There’s no acknowledgement as he sits back down.
I tug off my jacket and tuck it into the seat pocket in front of me. Sitting down, I buckle my seatbelt, lean back, and close my eyes.
This brings back memories. I was a nervous eighteen-year-old last time I flew long-distance, and I’ve been through so much since then. But I thought I could conquer the world, and I travelled alone for nine months before I met Josh.