Free (Sequel to Through The Dark) Complete

Chapter 42

You have to expand the chapter cover photo to see the meaning otherwise it just seems creepy! 😂😂

Harry looked at the empty seat next to him on the airplane.  He was about halfway back to Jamaica.  Last night had been rough.  After their little disagreement, or argument, or whatever you called it, they'd eaten dinner.  Well, he'd eaten some, while she stared at hers and pushed it around her plate.  Pushing her was not the smartest thing he'd ever done.  Even though he showed what he felt, it maybe hadn't been the right time.  She definitely was more guarded for the rest of the night, and this morning before they got to the airport.  She was deep in her head.  He laid his head back against his seat and sighed.  She wasn't any less complicated.  He just wished he would have remembered that even though she'd moved further away from her past it still was constantly with her.

He looked up when she came back to her seat from the bathroom and sat next to him rebuckling her seat belt.  He was surprised that she had agreed to come to Jamaica with him.  He thought for sure she would have insisted on a plane ticket back to LA.  She was still quiet, but hey, she'd agreed.  He handed her back her drink when she got settled.  "They are going to bring lunch around in a bit."

Julie took her drink from Harry and set it back on her tray.  This first-class thing was something she could get used to.  More room, more comfort, less chaos.  "Thank you.  I am sort of hungry."  She took a drink and looked at him.  "Those bathrooms are SO small.  I hate them.  Next long flight I take I'm not drinking a thing.  I don't want to have to go in there."

"You know, I'm going to have to make a list for all your phobias."  Harry smiled and took a drink.  "I guess as long as we're not in a teeny airplane, where there's nothing surrounding you, with a ton of spiders we might be ok."  Harry barely moved his drink out of the way before she caught him with a backhand across the chest.  "Ouch!  I thought you were against violence."

"Well, I am.  Except when you mention everything I'm afraid of in one sentence making fun of me.  And I swear to you if I see a spider on this airplane, I will hurt you."  She said leaning back against her chair.

"You realize you're going to a tropical island where insects and bugs, and spiders are plentiful, right?"  He said looking over at her.  He swore he saw her face turn pale.

"Well, I didn't really think about that before right now.  Thank you very much.  I wanna go home now."  She said.  "Damn you, Harry."

"I got you to agree to come, and they aren't going to turn the plane around.  I will save you, I promise."  He took her hand and watched to see her reaction.  She didn't stop him so he laced his fingers with hers.

"Well, if you would have brought up creepy crawlies before.  I would have not agreed.  At all."  She said shivering.

"Well, there are snakes, too.  You aren't afraid of them."  He couldn't help but just look at her face.  Her eyes were closed, and she had her head back against the seat.  He knew this wouldn't be easy, but he was wondering when they could go more than a day or two without something coming up to make things harder.

"Oh, I've started disliking snakes more and more since just after New Year's."  She said without opening her eyes.

"What?"  He asked confused.  "New Year's?"  He had to think about it.  "Oh."

"Yeah, oh."  She said.  Kendall and a yacht and a beautiful ocean.  Long legs, barely there bikini and his hands on her.  Why was he so keen on this tropical destination?  She turned her head and opened her eyes looking at him.  "Don't think I don't know how hard it is to see someone you love with someone else."