Chapter 85: Chapter 85: It's Quaint

The problem stems from me liking it too much. It's normal, nice, almost cozy. I could relax here and I fit. I could be a part of his world. It's a dangerous place to fall because as he's reminded me, I don't fit in with Vincent and I'll never be part of his life.

"It's quaint."

He raises an eyebrow at my backhanded compliment and passes by me, throwing his jacket over one of the work chairs. He drops his laptop on a bench seat behind the work table. Of course he came prepared to do maximum work on this trip.

Unbeknownst to him, so did I. Kind of. In my own way.

"And no."

Huh? "And no what?" I ask, looking at him from my spot in the middle of the plane.

"I know how you hate when I don't answer your questions so, no, we're not taking this to our destination."

"Then where are we going?" How do we not take a plane to a destination? Does he plan to circle the city for a few hours and then land again?

"We'll take this to DC to meet our connection."