Chapter Seven
“You married?” Dell asked, eyeing the service area where her girls struggled with a stainless steel coffee cart.
“No,” Kathrine said. She paused and then added: “May I ask why you choose to sit next to me?”
“What?” Dell was taken off guard. “I mean, I beg your pardon?” Dell shifted in her seat, a little uncomfortably, Kathrine thought.
“Of all the empty seats on the plane,” Kathrine pressed her point, “you chose the one next to me. Why? Wouldn’t you have been more comfortable sitting with a man?”
Dell kept her eyes trained forward. She hesitated a moment then took a breath. “I was drawn to you,” she finally admitted.
“The feeling is somewhat mutual,” Kathrine replied. “But you don’t know why, do you?”
Now Dell squirmed outwardly. “No,” she conceded. “But there is somet
