"Blake."
He looked to see Henry step onto the plane. "Henry." He greeted.
"Looks like everything is a go. Can we talk?"
"Oh, uh, yeah." Blake headed for the stateroom, closing the door when Henry stepped in. "What's up?"
"Is it crazy of me to worry about things going south in Cuba?"
"We'll mostly be at the embassy, I mean, you and Alison are the ones going out and doing the tourist thing."
"Right. And you'll be with her for everything?"
"That's the plan."
"Good, Russell ambushed us on the ride over, tossed some new issues into everything, sounds like more work. I was hoping at least a little of this trip would be relaxing." Henry smirked. "Ocean breezes and all."
"Henry." He cut in. "I will chaperone Alison somewhere, literally anywhere, if you would just stop that right now." The other man laughed. "You two are like two co-eds finally with their own place, I swear. Look, there are risks to this trip, but no trip is without those and I plan to not screw up again."
"Good to hear." He patted Blake's shoulder. "Now, I'm going to go see if my wife needs me."