CHAPTER SEVEN
“MISS?”
Rachel’s eyes flew open. The flight attendant smiled at her.
“We’ll be landing within the hour. I thought you might have changed your mind about eating something, or that you’d like some coffee or juice while we still have time.”
“Coffee would be—” Rachel cleared her throat. “Coffee would be fine, thank you.”
“I’ll bring it right away.”
Rachel nodded. Her throat wasn’t the only thing needed clearing. Her brain did, too. She was groggier than before she’d fallen asleep …
Where was Ethan?
Her heart thudded.
He’d been in his carrier, right next to her.
“Moira?”
“Yes, miss?”
“Where’s my baby?”
“Oh, I brought him up front with me. He woke up and he seemed hungry—”
Rachel sighed with relief. “Thank you.”
“No problem, miss. He’s a very sweet little boy.”
Rachel smiled. “He’s teething, you know, and—”
“I figured as much. I remember my own children at that age. I chilled one of the teething rings you had in the diaper bag and gave it to him. It seemed to make him happy. He’s sound asleep now, though. Why don’t I keep him with me? That way, we won’t risk waking him and he might sleep through the landing. Descents, the change in pressure, can make some babies uncomfortable.”
“Yes. That’s fine. Thanks again.”
“My pleasure, miss. I’ll get that coffee now.”
“Black, please.”
“Black it is.”
Rachel brought her seat upright and looked out the window. Were they as high over the earth as they’d been before? It was hard to tell. The long flight, the change in time zones … all of it was disorienting—though not as disorienting as being plucked out of your own life at the command of a prince.
Was he still seated in the middle of the plane? She wanted to turn around and look but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
What was he doing? Was he asleep? Was he working on those papers he’d taken from his attaché case? Was he staring out the window the way she was while he planned his next move?