places to be, maybe that helps to explain her hasty exit.
That reason works better than the possibility that she remembers the other night and left disappointed.
I think back to the woman at the store and catch a side glimpse of Faith. I notice she seems to be wearing the same attire as the stranger, and I’m almost certain it was her I saw earlier.
I thought she looked beautiful last night, but today her attire is relaxed, like mine. She doesn’t seem like she’s trying too hard in her shorts and tank top. Her hair is gathered into a ponytail, and she doesn’t appear to be wearing much makeup. She’s almost able to pull off the “experienced camper” facade, if it weren’t for the new hiking boots that have never been worn before. If we have to do any walking, she’s going to be hurting.
“Did you get everything you needed at the store earlier?” Grayson asks, piquing my attention.
It was her.
“I did. Jaxon was very helpful,” she says, smiling at Grayson.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to talk to you before you left; I was finishing up a few things.”
“No worries,” she chirps. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to talk this weekend.”
The captain clears his throat to get Grayson’s attention and it could come any sooner. This guy is obviously interested in Faith, and she’s eating it up.
“Count on it,” he says while standing up.
He excuses himself and follows the older man to the cockpit. Cavette, Faith, and I turn to watch as they maneuver themselves through the small opening to take their seats. It looks awkward, but somehow they manage and the captain prepares everything to fly us to Texas.
Faith pulls her legs together and tucks them underneath her as she attempts to get comfortable. She leans down to get something out of her bag, giving me a view I’m sure she doesn’t intend. I can’t peel my eyes from her, even though my head is warning me to turn away. She glances up and our eyes meet, causing my pulse to quicken. There’s a smile playing on her lips and a tinge of red touches her cheeks, but she quickly narrows her eyes at me and adjusts her shirt as she sits up.
Faith kissing my neck.
Faith removing her shirt.
Faith dancing against me.
In a single moment, flashes of her inundate my head and now the papers in my hand are wrinkling from the frustrated grip I have on them. I roll my neck and release a breath as I try to relax and focus on whom I’m here for, and it’s not Faith.
This is going to be a long weekend.
* * *
I closed my eyes shortly before takeoff. I was so stressed about the meeting I didn’t get much sleep last night. Hell, the entire running around today didn’t help either. I’m aware Faith has her laptop open because I can hear her tapping away on the keyboard with rapid movement. Cavette, on the other hand, I’m not quite sure. I haven’t opened my eyes to check, but if I had to guess, I’d say he’s reading something.
“So, Cal,” Faith starts, waiting to get his attention. “What is it you’re looking for in your marketing fir -”
“Ms. Young,” he interrupts with a soft tone. “There’ll be plenty of time for that this weekend. Let’s enjoy the flight. Tell me, have you been camping before?”
When he asks the question, I raise my head and wait to see what her response is. I’m curious about this, too. She squirms uncomfortably under his spotlight but pushes through.
“It’s been a long time ,” she admits with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “My family used to go a couple of times a year when I was growing up, but the last time I went, I was about ten.”
My stomach does a weird drop inside , and it has nothing to do with flying. If Jett’s right, that’s around the age she was when her brother died. I wonder if they stopped going because of that?
Cavette nods, accepting her answer and turns to me. “What about you, Trey?”
I’m still looking at her when she turns to me , and there’s some unspoken
That reason works better than the possibility that she remembers the other night and left disappointed.
I think back to the woman at the store and catch a side glimpse of Faith. I notice she seems to be wearing the same attire as the stranger, and I’m almost certain it was her I saw earlier.
I thought she looked beautiful last night, but today her attire is relaxed, like mine. She doesn’t seem like she’s trying too hard in her shorts and tank top. Her hair is gathered into a ponytail, and she doesn’t appear to be wearing much makeup. She’s almost able to pull off the “experienced camper” facade, if it weren’t for the new hiking boots that have never been worn before. If we have to do any walking, she’s going to be hurting.
“Did you get everything you needed at the store earlier?” Grayson asks, piquing my attention.
It was her.
“I did. Jaxon was very helpful,” she says, smiling at Grayson.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to talk to you before you left; I was finishing up a few things.”
“No worries,” she chirps. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to talk this weekend.”
The captain clears his throat to get Grayson’s attention and it could come any sooner. This guy is obviously interested in Faith, and she’s eating it up.
“Count on it,” he says while standing up.
He excuses himself and follows the older man to the cockpit. Cavette, Faith, and I turn to watch as they maneuver themselves through the small opening to take their seats. It looks awkward, but somehow they manage and the captain prepares everything to fly us to Texas.
Faith pulls her legs together and tucks them underneath her as she attempts to get comfortable. She leans down to get something out of her bag, giving me a view I’m sure she doesn’t intend. I can’t peel my eyes from her, even though my head is warning me to turn away. She glances up and our eyes meet, causing my pulse to quicken. There’s a smile playing on her lips and a tinge of red touches her cheeks, but she quickly narrows her eyes at me and adjusts her shirt as she sits up.
Faith kissing my neck.
Faith removing her shirt.
Faith dancing against me.
In a single moment, flashes of her inundate my head and now the papers in my hand are wrinkling from the frustrated grip I have on them. I roll my neck and release a breath as I try to relax and focus on whom I’m here for, and it’s not Faith.
This is going to be a long weekend.
* * *
I closed my eyes shortly before takeoff. I was so stressed about the meeting I didn’t get much sleep last night. Hell, the entire running around today didn’t help either. I’m aware Faith has her laptop open because I can hear her tapping away on the keyboard with rapid movement. Cavette, on the other hand, I’m not quite sure. I haven’t opened my eyes to check, but if I had to guess, I’d say he’s reading something.
“So, Cal,” Faith starts, waiting to get his attention. “What is it you’re looking for in your marketing fir -”
“Ms. Young,” he interrupts with a soft tone. “There’ll be plenty of time for that this weekend. Let’s enjoy the flight. Tell me, have you been camping before?”
When he asks the question, I raise my head and wait to see what her response is. I’m curious about this, too. She squirms uncomfortably under his spotlight but pushes through.
“It’s been a long time ,” she admits with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “My family used to go a couple of times a year when I was growing up, but the last time I went, I was about ten.”
My stomach does a weird drop inside , and it has nothing to do with flying. If Jett’s right, that’s around the age she was when her brother died. I wonder if they stopped going because of that?
Cavette nods, accepting her answer and turns to me. “What about you, Trey?”
I’m still looking at her when she turns to me , and there’s some unspoken
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