“This is it. No turning back now,” I say, shifting to look at Bailey, who’s seated next to me. The flight attendant has just made an announcement, the one about the cabin doors now being secured. “You’re stuck with me for a week.”
Bailey lifts one well-shaped dark eyebrow and smiles wryly at me. “I think I can handle it.”
“I don’t know . . . rumor has it I’m a bit of a handful.”
At this, Bailey chuckles, her full lips parting to reveal straight white teeth. Then she bites her lower lip and looks at me with a challenging expression. “Are you going to be a difficult patient?”
“Not planning on it.” I shrug. “But if the mood strikes me . . . I make no promises.”
When the flight attendant swings by to offer us a cocktail and a ceramic dish of warm nuts, Bailey makes a pleased sound and pop
