The sound of the flight attendant’s voice breaks the moment between us, and Pumpkin blinks her eyes open and leans back in her seat. She’s left me cold and separated from her, and I don’t like the dismissal of what just happened.
Without my realizing it, the plane has landed, and they are opening the cabin door. I glance up in time to see the little drunk man is the first to scurry off the plane and I grind my teeth. I would have loved one more chance at him once we were off the plane.
I stand up, and Frost shoves my bag against my chest as he walks off of the plane without me. I want to go after him, but I see that Pumpkin has turned away from me while she gathers her things.
“Do you have a bag?” I ask her, and she nods as she stands.
“Yeah, but it should be right by the exit.”
“I will walk with you,” I say, and it’s not a request.
I don’t understand why she won’t look at me as we exit the plane and walk through the lobby of the airport. I need to make her smile and talk to me like she was just before we landed. Before we almost kissed.
“Give me your phone.” I see Frost in the distance at the exit doors checking his watch. “I need to leave, but I want to call you.”
“Um, okay.” She stops at the carousel where the luggage is going around on a belt and takes her phone out of her bag.
I use it to call my phone first and then save the contact. “I will call you tonight.”
“Look, it’s okay.”
“What is okay?” My eyebrows pull together in confusion. “I don’t like the tone you use.”
“What I mean is that I appreciate you moving that jerk out of the way, and for talking to me on the flight. It was nice to just…I don’t know…talk to someone.”
“I enjoyed our conversation too.” My blunt statement makes the corner of her lip turn up and I like that.
“You don’t owe me anything. That’s all I'm trying to say.”
I step closer to her and take her hand in mine. “You don’t owe me for saving you.” She swallows as she looks up at me, and I hold out her phone for her. “I will call you tonight.”
She bites her bottom lip in that worried way like she did on the plane and takes the phone from me. “Okay, I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
When I lean down, I press my cheek to hers and put my lips to her ear. “I will think of you until then, Pumpkin.”
I breathe in the scent of lavender before I force myself to take a step back and walk away. I look back at her several times as we exit, and the whole time she’s standing there with her hand pressed to her cheek.
“You’re a fool,” Frost scolds me as we meet our driver at the curb.
“Da,” I agree, grabbing his arm to keep him from getting inside.
“What are you doing?” He looks at me like I’m crazy as I walk over to our driver.
“See that girl in there, with the dark hair.” I point to where Pumpkin is turned away from us, and my driver nods. “Take her wherever she wants to go. Name is Pumpkin. That’s an order.”
“It will be done.” He bows his head and walks into the airport to go speak to her.
“Miller, we are late,” Frost scolds as I hold my hand out and wave for a taxi.
When one pulls up to the curb, I open the door for him and wait expectantly. After a moment he rolls his eyes and gets in the back, and I follow in after him. We were supposed to be on an earlier flight, but I hadn’t really thought about it until now. I forgot about our investors’ meeting, forgot about missing our flight earlier in the day, forgot about everything when I saw her.
Was it fate that I happened to be on the same flight as her? Maybe. Am I going to do everything I can to make her mine? Definitely.Chapter FivePumpkinWith each step I take away from Miller, there’s a sinking feeling forming in my stomach. I know I got his number, but what will come out of it? We flirted most of the flight, but he might have thought it was all in good fun. When the plane landed, he could have felt obligated to give me his information, and for all I know the number isn’t even real.
We live in different parts of the world doing different things. It's so hard to see how something like that could ever work. I don’t think it’s smart to allow myself to imagine it.
If I called him and the number wasn’t real, it would super suck. But if I called and he answered, that makes me a clinger that can't go two seconds without finding out what he’s up to. So, I’ll do the rational thing and wait. Even if it kills me.