Chapter 1
London Calling
Tommy stood in the gateway, glancing nervously at his watch. Jude was always late, so why was he worried? Maybe it was the fact that she still wasn't talking to him, or that she hadn't wanted to come on this trip in the first place. He tapped his foot impatiently. "Come on, girl," he muttered. He saw a flash of blonde hair, and Jude was there with her suit case.
"Let's go," she mumbled angrily. She heaved her bag behind her and handed the lady her ticket.
"Ah, I see your rendezvous ends in England; it's beautiful this time of year." A lady in a bright blue vest scanned her ticket and handed it back. "Have a lovely time and thank you for flying International Air." Jude just grumbled a response and continued down the jet way. Tommy followed close behind her. They reached the cabin and Jude found her first class seat in thirty seconds.
"Where are you sitting?" Jude said with as much venom as she could muster. Tommy pointed to the aisle seat next to her window one. Jude threw her hands up in frustration and grabbed at her bag. As much as she hated to admit it, she had packed too much and even with her new bicep muscles she couldn't manage to lift it into the over-head compartment. Tommy stepped in and picked it up smoothly. Jude threw him a glare and sauntered into her seat where she plopped down and pulled out the magazine from the seat in front of her.
Tommy sighed, lifted his bag, and sat down quietly. This sort of treatment may have hurt him before, but after two months of harsh treatment he was getting used to it. With a long journey ahead of them Tommy sighed and leaned back in his seat. Beside him Jude had already fallen asleep and her breathing coming in even intervals was soothing. Tommy closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after.