Worlds Apart

Chapter Twenty

The flight was a painful affair – as any over four hours were.

At least I found out I wasn’t the only one that had to go through secondary immigration, I was joined by all but Rob. Apparently he was the only one of the group that had managed to keep his nose clean over the years.

It was a bit more of a comfort than when I was with my own band and was left to my own devices. There was a slight attempt at comradeship in this. However I was sure it was going to be more trouble than it was worth when Logan sent me a conspiratorial wink that the officer I was standing with saw. And she observed it with narrowing suspicious eyes. I was going to have to ask what he’d done to go through this every time he went through customs, because apparently I was a fellow schemer in the eyes of the country now.

To be honest it was a relatively painless procedure in comparison to some experiences I’d had going back into the states or Canada.

I was the first one to get out, and didn’t bother waiting.

My mind was still anywhere but England at the moment, so I figured some time alone for the first time since I’d woken up yesterday would be handy. Any attempts to distract me from my father and the impending doom he was bringing upon himself proved futile.

The trip to the bathroom towards the middle of the flight had been quite the waste. It was already quite the scene in there. My sweater carelessly thrown on the ground with my tee shirt having ridden up with the fevered touches and Cam’s jeans were caught around his ankles with my legs wrapped around his waist. That was when there was a knock against the door that my back had been pressed against. It was the flight attendant asking if everything was alright and if I needed help.

Suffice to say that had ruined the mood a bit, though it had made me smile for the first time since the phone call. I’d told her a rather chocked no, trying to hold back laughter while Cam buried his face in the crook of my neck to muffle his own.

After clumsily pulling our clothes back on and straightening what we hadn’t bothered to yank off, we made our way back to our seats – separately of course. It might have been the worse idea I’d had all day, because not only did I have my father and Lizzy’s phone calls on my mind, I’d managed to get myself worked up and frustrated.

And after that I’d drifted away from the reality laid plainly before me, forgetting about everything but the pain in my ass as the flight drew on. I just stared ahead. Even when Cam fell asleep to my side, I stayed there wide eyed.

The lack of sleep was going to hit me soon enough since I’d only had a few hours in the recent past, I could feel it but I’d bypassed tired a while back now.

Even though I’d taken off, it didn’t take long for both brothers to catch up. Apparently they’d left Graham back in the dust, but that didn’t matter when I found one on each side of me, walking as if it was the most casual thing in the world. Whenever this happened, I always found myself glancing between the two of them suspiciously, wondering if they were planning something.

This time I appeared safe as I rolled my single large bag of luggage behind me, carrying my guitar case in the other hand.

“What did you do to get secondary immigration?” questioned Cam.

If I wasn’t going to talk about my father, the very least I could do was act as if everything was alright. So I just grinned at him with a mischievous quirk of the eyebrow. He should know I wasn’t one to share in crowded rooms, only under stars and under the influence of too much gin. “Secret,” I answered, only getting an unamused look.

Opposed to his brother, Logan let out a loud laugh, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him. It was a good thing I wasn’t holding my guitar on that side or else he would have gotten the edge of a case to the gut.