Page 120 of Forever Enough
Of course, none of us were expecting the little surprise she was bringing back home to family dinner night.
Epilogue
AVERY
I sat down in the first-class seat and dropped my head back against the chair and exhaled.
“Rough day?”
Opening one eye, I turned slightly to see a very handsome man sitting in the window seat. He looked to be a few years older than me, with sandy-brown hair and ocean-blue eyes that instantly took my breath away.
With a sigh, I smiled. “It’s been a long flying day.” Glancing down, I saw the drink in his hand. “Looks like it’s been for you as well?”
He lifted the drink. “I’ve already had three beers while I was waiting for my flight.”
I nodded.
“Where are you coming from?” he asked, a southern drawl to his voice.
“Paris.”
He raised his brows. “I would think your layover would have been in New York City?”
“Oh, it should have been, but the airlines had to change around my flights because of the storms. So here I am, in Dallas, trying to make my way to Montana.”
“Wow. That is a long travel day for you.”
I laughed. “Tell me about it. Nine hours and fifty minutes from Paris, then the flight to Dallas.” I rolled my eyes. “Now another three-hour flight. And if that isn’t enough, it’s family dinner night.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
With a shake of my head, I answered, “No, not at all. On a typical Sunday, family dinner night would be wonderful. It’s just after the long flights, I’m going to be exhausted and want to crawl into a bed and sleep for twelve hours. Instead, I’ll be chatting it up with my parents, and brother, and his girlfriend, Mackenzie.”
“Do you not like Mackenzie?”
“I adore her,” I said with a smile. “She’s made my brother so happy, and that makes me happy.”
He saluted with his drink. “That’s a good thing, then.”
I laughed and nodded. “Where are you coming from?”
He pointed to the floor of the plane. “Born and raised right here in Dallas, Texas.”
Before I could ask him anything else, the flight attendant asked if anyone wanted anything to drink. The stranger held up his empty glass, while I politely declined a drink. I pulled out my phone and sent off a quick text to the family group chat.
Me: Hey! I’m on my final flight and will be there soon!
Mom: Bradly and Mackenzie will be there!
Bradly: Is that today? I thought that was tomorrow.
I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
Me: As if Mackenzie would let you forget to pick up your sister. She’s good for you.
Bradly: She is, indeed. We’ll be there. Love you, sis. Have a safe flight.
Dad: Safe flight, baby girl. We’re so glad you’re finally home to stay!