Chapter 3Bud stooped, feeling claustrophobic as he always did in a plane. Steeling himself, he made his way down the confining aisle of the jet bound for Las Vegas. He squinted at the numbers and letters marking the rows. His seat was supposed to be 18C, which would be on the aisle. He found it—and found Jesse already in the 18A window seat with LuAnne in the middle.
Oh s**t, it’s starting already.
“We were afraid you’d stood us up! You’re almost the last one on the plane.” LuAnne looked up at him with a pretty little pout. “That would have spoiled half the fun.”
“I do what I say I’ll do. I wouldn’t welsh on you.” The echo of his words sounded just as grumpy as he felt. How did I ever let myself get talked into something so crazy?
He shoved his bag into the overhead, slouched into his
