“What do you mean you don’t want me to use my lawyer?” I ask as we stand in line to board our plane.
She runs her hand through her hair, making it look even more wild and untamed. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she had a quick f**k in the bathroom before boarding. But the look is just Millie—a little wild, a little messy, and probably an animal in the bedroom. Too bad I can’t remember.
We are headed to Hawaii for an all-paid, week-long vacation. I’m going to win our little bet. I’ll get my one night yet. One that this time, I’ll make sure I don’t forget.
Millie mumbles something under her breath that I don’t catch.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Sir, your ticket,” the flight person says. I hold out my phone, and she scans it, then scans Millie’s.
“Have a nice flight,” she says.
