"This is insane. You are aware of that, right?" Mason asked for the umpteenth time as I leaned back in my seat—staring out the airplane window a moment before turning to look at Mason with a hint of amusement in my tone. For some reason I was really enjoying myself—this whole random idea having turned me into a giddy mess only because I could imagine Tommy's reaction right now and it well….amused me.
"So…how long do you think it'll take Tommy to follow us?" I asked sweetly as Mason rolled his eyes before leaning over and grabbing the provided white barf bags in the seat in front of him—breathing into it in that exaggerated manner that suggested possible hyperventilation. I knew he just loved the drama. He raised a brow before pulling the bag away.
"In my estimation, he is probably already in the air—riding the next flight out so that he can hog tie you to the nearest chair and have his nasty little way with you." Mason responded as I laughed—I mean really laughed because despite that being an absolute wonderful fantasy, I knew better. More likely, Tom was throwing clothes into a bag, threatening his mother for the location of his father (which I was depending on him to do), and then huffily slamming into his truck and heading out into the sunset before hi-jacking a plane and finding me waiting patiently at the Greek airport in Athens with hands on hips and a smile on my face—a challenging one at that. Kind of like a huge scavenger hunt only with a sweeter reward. Besides, you know what they say about angry sex? Hey, a girl can hope right.
"Hmmm…maybe I should consider picking up a pair of handcuffs then…." I pondered as Mason groaned. What, too much information? He had asked for it with that comment of his.
"Your first time and you've already turned kinky. Girl, whatever am I going to do with you?" Mason asked me laughingly as he smiled prettily at a passing male flight attendant. Hmmmmm…what did we have here? I grinned mischievously as I stopped the attendant to ask for a ginger ale. Hell, Mason deserved the chance to have a little fun after all he'd done for me, and I hid a smile as I watched Mason check the guy out as he handed me my drink. He was kind of cute. The man smiled back at Mason and I cocked my head to the side. Well, wouldn't you know?
"Could you get me a napkin too as well as a phone number for my friend here?" I asked quickly as Mason shot me a look that bespoke of a future need to throttle me. I think I surprised them both, but I just shrugged as the guy's eyes widened before smiling—picking up a napkin off of the cart he was pushing before writing something on it and handing it to me. I smiled—knowing without a doubt that it was his number. He walked off as Mason snatched it from me in surprised shock.
"Geez, Harrison! You and I need to stick together more often. You're great for my personal life." He commented as I thumpedhim lightly in the arm
"And you're not great for mine? Because, hell, you're half the reason I made that trip to Montana." I replied as I leaned back in my seat again—staring for the second time out my window as I thought about Tom. He was going to kill me.
"Come on big boy. Come and get me. I'm more than ready and willing." I whispered at the window as I smiled suddenly—getting the creepy feeling that Tommy was doing the same thing right about now—looking out a window and issuing a challenge along with a string of curses. Did I truly want to ask him if he had done just that when I saw him next because I think it would freak me out a little if I discovered we had a sixth sense when it came to each other. We would be in Greece before we knew it, and I fully intended to see his face departing a plane not long after I departed mine. Forget that. I depended on that fact. Come on master, come get the puppet.