Where Love Resides

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Getting off the plane, I felt like I was about ready to explode.

I'm not really against sitting next to old people and I'd never go around calling anyone fat, because let's face it; everyone was born fat, baby fat still counted as fat. Now, even though I'm admitting that I'd never be that rude, placing me in a seat, away from the window was already frustrating. Now placing me between a granny, who couldn't stop talking, and a man large enough to take up half my seat as well as his own, was not a way to keep me calm. I was already on edge because of the fact that I was in a plane, now adding on irritation at the old woman and frustration at the man, I was a walking time bomb. Let's not forget about the darkness that already fogged my mind because of the people I had to leave behind. Actually, it was more of one person I had to leave behind that was ripping my insides out.

"HOPE!"

I flinched at the yell, and ducked half way before realizing I was in London. Suzanne was not here and I was safe from any flying-BAM!

I let out a groan as I felt my back starting to ache from the impact with the ground.

"What the hell?" I muttered and opened my eyes to see Phoebe staring down at me with a guilty expression on her face. Clearly she didn't really calculate that move as exact as Suzanne had managed to do it.

"I am so sorry." Phoebe muttered through her hands that were now covering half her face. She stared at me through her fingers while I stared up at her in shock.

"Phoebe, love, I told you to contain yourself." A deep and very English voice spoke up from the top of my head. I slowly tilted my head back and stared up at the man, whose feet were now right above me. My gaze slowly took in his tailored black suit, his rather fashionable ring on his finger and the black tie around his neck before connecting with startlingly blue eyes.

"You are a very tall man, that's a good quality for women." I don't know where that came from, but the words just seemed to spill from my mouth before I could stop it.

Phoebe and the tall man both chuckled lightly before one eyebrow tilted up on the man's face.

"Baby Doll, I would love to take that compliment for myself but you are flat on your back in an airport with my future wife straddling you." He pointed out with amusement swimming in his striking eyes. I frowned for a moment before returning my gaze to Phoebe, who was still sitting on me and grinning broadly.

"Oh..." I muttered and looked up at him again. "You make a very good point." I acknowledged and the man just chuckled and held out his hand towards Phoebe.

"Love, I am sure you missed your friend but give the girl a chance to get to her feet."

Phoebe seemed to be glowing from the inside out when she took hold of his hand and got to her feet. Just watching her was enough to take my smile away and images of when Will helped me up like that a couple of times, made its way to the front of my mind. I miss him. Sighing heavily, I slowly shoved to my feet and was just standing up when the man, who had been squishing me the entire plane ride, bumped into my side.

"Would you just leave me the hell alone already? Do I look like a damned chair or bed or freaking lamp post! I'm also a human being and enjoy my damned space!" I finally snapped and the man paused in his walking to send me a confused look and then muttered something in French before walking off.

Great, I finally snap and the damned idiot doesn't even understand me.

When I turned my gaze back to Phoebe, she had a look of concern etched into her face.