Edward

"Remind me once more why we couldn't just get a private charter?"

Emmett sat beside me on the plane we'd just boarded not five minutes ago. His massive form barely folding into the tiny space between the seats.

"And flying coach?" I was disgusted.

"Well let's see? There's the fact that we were on a time crunch and these were the last tickets to Washington available until tomorrow, that you're being flown to a very remote place after this flight, oh and how about the people who want you dead will be looking for a private jet flying to the middle of nowhere?"

My fingers gripped down on the cheap metal armrests and I took a deep breath. Even if I really wanted to fire Emmett I knew I couldn't bring myself to do it over this.

"Do you know anything about where we're going?"

He hummed a low negative and I licked my lips as one of the flight attendants walked past carrying a bottle of champagne to first class.

Just as I was beginning to think that coach might not be so bad the very large man in front of us shifted and sent a smell found in sewers toward us and a baby began to cry.

Firing Emmett might make me feel a little better after all.