“Josh.” A hand waved in front of his face. “Hello?”
He looked away from the private plane parked at the gate waiting to take them to Seattle and turned to blink up at Albert. “Sorry?”
He didn’t comment on him spacing out, just gestured across the gate lounge toward the snack shops, where a few vendors were open to cater to the tourists who weren’t observing the Lent fasting. “I asked if you want something to eat before they start boarding us.”
“No, thanks. I prefer not to have anything," The last thing he felt like doing right now was eating.
He glanced at his watch. They were due to board in another few minutes. Albert as well, since he was coming with him and Oliver all the way back to Seattle. He’d told him he meant to see him home safely, and he wasn’t going to argue because the t
