The Work Wife

Flying

I feel like an imposter as I find my seat in first class.

Logan quickly gets settled into the wide window seat, and I'm grateful to have the aisle. It's weird not to be wedged into a tiny seat, keeping my elbows tucked to my sides as I try to get situated. 

I spot the massive rock the woman across from me is sporting as she tucks her Louis Vuitton bag under the seat in front of her. I quickly kick my knockoff further under the seat out of view. I flit my eyes to Logan as I ask, "Do you normally fly first class? You seem too tall to fit properly in those seats back there."

He shrugs, "Depends on where I am going and how much more it is than a coach ticket. What about you?"

I shake my head, "No, this is my first time."

"A lot of firsts happening for you today, it seems." He slides a packet of gummy worms out of his backpack and drops it in his lap. Another thing that seems so on-brand for him. "Are you doing okay?" He asks as he rips open the package. I watch as he grabs a handful of gummies and then selects one to drop into his mouth like he's a Roman goddess eating grapes. 

I take a deep breath and answer, "I can definitely already feel the vodka, so we'll see what happens when we're in the air."

"Are you someone who needs silence while dealing with a panic attack, or does talking help?" I watch him drop another gummy into his mouth. He holds his hand out to offer me one, but I shake my head. Sugary sour worms are so not a part of my in-flight routine.

"Depends, the last time I had a panic attack was with my sister on our way to Spain. We still had eight hours left, so she distracted me with a movie because there is no way my sister could talk about anything for eight hours." 

"Can anyone talk about anything for eight hours?" Logan asks, like he's thinking of a topic. 

I tilt my head. "I could probably talk about murder mysteries for eight hours. I listen to a lot of true crime podcasts," I admit, while Logan just gives me a blank stare. A flight attendant interrupts us by offering water bottles, but I don't want to dilute the alcohol, so instead I ask for a vodka soda for Logan and me.

"It's weird to be offered a drink before we take off," I mutter to Logan as the flight attendant moves to the row behind us and Logan drops his head back against the spacious seat, looking completely at ease.

"When did you go to Spain?" He asks before selecting another colorful worm.

"Three years ago. My sister Emma wanted one last adventure before she started trying to get pregnant. So, we cruised along the Spanish coast until we got to Portugal," I tell him, remembering how fun it was to have her with me as we explored multiple Spanish cities for two weeks. Since she's had Madison, she doesn't have time to come on adventures, and I am back to traveling the world alone.

"Nice, I went to Barcelona after I graduated college. I'm trying to make it back there at some point."

I nod, "Didn't Chase go with you on that trip? I feel like I've heard some Barcelona yacht story that involved the both of you."

Logan grins, and even though he doesn't have the dimple like Chase does, I notice his smirk is still hot. I wonder if the alcohol is hitting me more than I thought.

"Chase has been on most of my trips. Or maybe it's the other way around. He has his parents' money to spend when he travels, so he's usually the one planning things." I know Chase comes from money, and I also know first class is his usual form of traveling because I have booked his plane tickets.

I realize I will be sitting next to one of Chase's best friends for three hours, who has a wealth of knowledge on my favorite subject. He also may have an opinion on Ainslee, and we are alone with no eavesdroppers. A golden opportunity may have just fallen into my lap, and he's already started drinking. I might be able to weasel intel out of him, but I can't seem too interested, and he becomes suspicious.