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“She has,” Faith argues softly.
I arch my brow. “Really? When?”
She opens her mouth but then closes it. “Oh my god, she hasn’t.”
“Same reaction she had.”
“What about the plane itself though? She doesn’t like small spaces.”
“She’s sitting next to Mum and Jaxon, who she’s used to being smothered by. She’ll be fine.”
“Thank you,” she gushes, throwing herself into my arms.
“Now, let’s get on this plane before I chicken out.”
“Scared of flying?” Beau questions.
“I heard a rumour that you watch Disney movies in your spare time at work,” I tell him, daring him to make fun of me.
“Wait, what?” Faith asks.
I grin at Beau, before turning to Faith. “I’m going to go board the plane so I’ll let Beau fill you in.”
I hear him curse as I walk away. It’s fun winding him up, but none of it is serious. We all want Faith to be happy, and unfortunately, he makes her happy. So none of us try to push him too far because family is everything to Faith. It would devastate her if there was any conflict between us.
As I make my way to the others in the queue, I swear I see a head full of frizzy hair, like my neighbour’s, but before I can check, Maddox grabs my attention.
It can’t be her though.
CHAPTER THREE
Freya
I glance around the terminal once more for my family, and when I come up empty, I continue forward, hoping they are already on the plane.
My phone rings as I hand over my ticket and passport. I force an apologetic smile at the ticket agent before answering the phone.
“Mum, where are you? Are you on the plane?”
“We’ve just landed, dear,” she replies.
I nearly trip over my own foot as I move onto the ramp. “What do you mean you’ve just landed?”
She clears her throat. “The thing is, sweetie, when Esther bought the tickets, our flight was full, so she got you on the next one out.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose as I reach the plane. “Of course it was,” I bite out.
“You were late booking the ticket,” she reminds me.
“Because we were given three weeks’ notice and I wasn’t planning on coming,” I snap.
“Do not take that tone with me, young lady,” she scolds.
“Just in the middle, on the left,” the flight attendant directs me when I show her the ticket.
“Thank you,” I mouth to the flight attendant. “None of you thought to tell me you were on another plane? You didn’t think that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want to fly to another country on my own?”
“Me and your father will be coming to pick you up,” she tells me quietly.