Chapter 8
Karin
As soon as the plane levels and the fasten seatbelts sign turns off, James starts stripping. I blink at him in mildly fascinated confusion as he shucks his jacket, sweater, and turtleneck, leaving him in his clinging T-shirt. When he unbuckles his belt, I blink and say, “Uh, babe, there are a couple of nuns across the aisle. Should I cover their eyes?”
“Oh, don’t get up on my account, honey!” one of the nuns calls out, sending me into a blushing fit and making the sister next to her snort and poke her on the arm.
James chuckles. “Sorry to disappoint. You’ll join the Mile-High Club when I get a pilot’s license.” He shucks his trousers to reveal a pair of loose blue cotton pants.
Still bundled up, I watch as he packs his shed clothes and tucks his bag back under the seat
