He fell asleep as soon as he hit the seat.
He managed the flight without a whisper. Of course, he couldn’t eat. Since all of the flights were of such short duration, they served snacks, not meals. Liam would arrive at Milo’s hungry and vulnerable. He hoped his flight arrangement, plus his lack of luggage and instruments, would throw the stalker off his trail.
The guys in the band used to worry they would all go like Princess Di, being chased by crazed paparazzi. He hadn’t given it a thought back then, but now he lived with the threat every day. He hoped he’d fooled the ghoul.
The last leg of the flight was a commuter jet, cramped and turbulent. He made it to the rental car counter, where the attendant handed him a gaily wrapped box as soon as he gave her his name. He opened it, collapse
