Anywhere (Sawtooth Mountains Stories, #3) by Susan Fanetti

Author:Susan Fanetti
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cowboy, small town, western, runaway bride, second chance, interracial romance, Native American
Publisher: Susan Fanetti
Published: 2019-09-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The flight from Boise to Madrid, with a layover in Dallas, was about seventeen hours of travel. With the time difference, they landed in Madrid about half an hour later the next day from the time they’d first taken off. Reese had thought that meant jetlag wouldn’t be an issue: it was the same time of day in this new place, like he was leaping over a day in the calendar. The bulk of the flight would be at night, and he’d just sleep and wake up in the morning. Normal day. Right?

Wrong.

When he’d first aired his theory about the flight being a little time out, Mac had laughed at him and patted his arm with no small amount of bless-your-heart condescension. They’d been in Boise, a couple weeks before the trip, getting some shopping done. While she insisted they pack light, she had a long shopping list for the drugstore, stuff the IGA at home didn’t stock in its back-corner pharmacy. Vitamins, something called ‘Airborne,’ ginger gum, eye drops, Imodium, melatonin—half her backpack was a little traveling clinic. She’d explained what it was all for, but he couldn’t imagine sitting in a padded seat for a few hours was going to be that hard.

Wrong.

Flying itself was not a big deal—he’d been kind of excited at first, and he hadn’t even minded the complicated journey to get from their domestic flight arriving at DFW to their international flight leaving it—but the seats in the plane to Madrid were narrower and closer together. Mac was fine; she was just a slip of a thing. Reese was six feet tall and long-legged. His knees had jammed against the seat ahead of him before the asshole sitting there leaned it back.

By the time they landed, he’d concocted several intricate homicidal fantasies featuring that guy. He’d been awake the whole flight, so he’d had time to really fill in the details.

Mac, wearing the ear plugs and sleep mask he’d scoffed at, had slept through most of the international flight, curled cozily in her seat, using his shoulder as her pillow. He’d enjoyed that, and taken what ease he could from her comfort and the intimacy it made between them.

The evening before they left had been hard for her, fighting with her sister like that, and she’d been quiet on the ride to Boise the next morning, but once they’d gotten through security and been well and truly on their way, she’d shaken all that off and been lighthearted and calm. Also really bossy, like one of those museum tour guides that walked backward and droned out facts and dates and wouldn’t let you go to the bathroom unless it was break time. Mac had this traveling thing down to a science, and he was just along for the ride.

As his guide, she blossomed, and he saw just exactly how constrained she was in Jasper Ridge. During this trip, he meant to make sure they talked about that, and when they got home, they were going to do something about it.

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