Renee’s POV
The massage melts away the throbbing in my head, and whatever lingering effects of the alcohol. Eric hands the masseuse a wad of cash for a tip, I don’t see how much but by the way his eyes bulge I’d assume a lot.
We recline in our plush seats and I sink back, almost ready to fall asleep.
“There’s going to be some slight turbulence as we enter an unexpected storm. please remain seated and buckled,” the pilot announces on the intercom. Well, I guess I won’t be falling asleep any time soon- not unless the turbulence is subject enough to rock me to sleep.
“Better than a birthday dinner?” I hear Eric ask. I peel open one eyelid and look him over. I close my eyes and don’t answer.
Just then the plane gives a sudden drop and I refrain from screaming. Nearby passengers gasp wh
