Gabriella
Damien called Allen from the car. Thankfully, he and Angie had stayed in Ashland. He said he could have the plane ready in under an hour. The next stop was our hotel rooms.
“Don't take time to change," Damien said. “We can change on the plane."
Outside my room, I reached for his hand. “I'll hurry."
He looked at where we were touching and back to my face. “I don't anticipate being great company. You might reconsider the stop in Indy."
My lips curled into a smile. “You can't scare me away after spending the last week trying to get me back."
His Adam's apple bobbed. “Thank you."
Once the plane was in the air, we both changed from our formal wear into more casual clothes. This time we were both wearing blue jeans. Damien spent most of the flight between calls with his si
