Chapter 41: What Makes You Think I’m Nervous?“So, we’re going to do this?” Jackson said softly, glancing at me and smiling.
“That, or we’re just sitting on a strange plane and making conversation.”
“And you’re okay about it?”
“I’m fine.”
He reached over, discreetly took my hand.
“You nervous?” he asked.
“Me? Nervous? What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“You’ve checked your seat belt about fifteen times already, and the plane hasn’t even started to move yet.”
“If I’m going to die, I want to be firmly buckled into my seat, thank you very much. I still think we should have taken a U-Haul.”
“You can hire people to do that sort of stuff, you know.”
“God, you sound like your mother!”
“And you sound like yours. Mom says my dad hasn’t been feeling well.”
“He must have woken up and reali
