Chapter Four
TESSA
“I think you’re missing your opportunity with that one,” Polly says, leaning over into the aisle to watch him leave.
I grab a snowman cookie from the tin and bite off the head, crumbs flying everywhere. “He is so not my type.”
“Honey, he’s everyone’s type,” Gladys says.
“The ass on him,” Polly says, using her hand to fan herself.
“That’s how you got that in your belly.” I point at her swollen stomach playfully. After I was sent back to coach, I offered to switch seats with Polly because she looked so miserable in the middle seat. The middle seat sucks, but I can’t imagine flying in her state.
“Who knows what my parents are going to say.” She stares at her belly as if it’s a crystal ball.
“They’re going to love the baby.” I smile at her, and she returns my smile,
