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asked. “Will you be seeing my sister again, Officer?”
    The only hint of surprise his face gave to me was the small raise of his brow. When he replied, there was no hesitation in his voice. “Yes.”
    I narrowed my eyes on his face. “Because you want to, or because you’ve been ordered to maintain a relationship with her?” I hurried to continue at the dark look in his eyes. “I’m only asking, because she’s my baby sister, and it’s my job to protect her.” I held his eyes with my own. “She really - likes you.”
    Slowly, a grin formed on his lips. “I’m seeing her because I want to. She will remain safe, I can assure you of that, Nova.”
    “Good.” I breathed a breath of relief. “Do me a favor then?”
    Wary eyes connected with mine. “What would this favor be?”
    A mischievous grin stretched my lips. “Be the man who gently, but effectively, enforces that girl to stop with the profanity.” I huffed. “It’s - well, it’s unladylike.”
    He barked an unexpected laugh and his eyes twinkled as he looked down into my face. “I think I can manage that.”
    “And,” I paused to catch the emotions I felt running through me. “Take care of her.”
    Once again, his eyes softened. “Will do, Mrs. McKnight.”
    I turned toward Neil and the plane, and as I walked, I didn’t once look back.

Chapter 6
    We landed once to refuel before we took off again. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t sleep. Not only was I excessively uncomfortable in the pantsuit, but I was excited and nervous all in one. It had been nearly two months since I had seen my husband.
    The end of November was nearing and I was somewhere around ten weeks pregnant. I hadn’t started showing yet, but I had noticed my clothing fitting different. My skin felt almost tighter and my appetite wasn’t nearly what it had been before the pregnancy. I’d thought I’d want to eat more - but I didn’t. Eating myself into a feeling of fullness never failed to spark a wave of active nausea. I hated feeling sick to my stomach, so I refrained from eating so much that I found myself feeling full. I was pretty sure that although my pants were fitting tighter around my waist, I’d lost weight since becoming pregnant.
    “When we land, we will have arrived at our destination.” Neil stated, his voice rumbling into the silence. “Calix will be waiting for you.” His eyes moved over my face. “And I doubt he would want to see you looking this way.”
    I blinked. “I don’t know how to take all this off.” I gestured to the entirety of my body - that was more makeup and artificial hair than anything else.
    Neil smiled. “The morticians wax is easily removed. Just peel it back from your skin.” He raised from his chair to move across the cabin to me. “I’ll help you with your wig.”
    I grinned, unable to stop the disbelief ringing in my tone as I asked, “You know how to remove a wig that’s been weaved into the hair?”
    “I ensure I am trained for every situation I am faced with.” He stated matter of fact.
    I giggled. “That’s adorable.”
    “Efficient.” His tone was clipped. “It is in no way adorable.” I felt his fingers in my hair, working the wig from my real strands. “But you better be nice to me, or I just might forget how to do this without pulling.”
    I snorted. “You wouldn’t.”
    “Try me.”
    “I’ll tell on you.” I threatened with a smirk.
    He chuckled. “It’ll be your word against mine.”
    I huffed playfully. It felt nice to jab words with Neil. I’d missed him - without even realizing it. Sighing, I leaned back in the chair, enjoying the feel of his fingers working the wig loose. “Thank you, Neil.”
    “It is my job, Nova.” He spoke softly. “But, you’re welcome.”
    I smiled, knowing how very difficult it was for him to accept my thanks.
    When he was finally finished, he tossed the wig into the trash and I ran my fingers through my hair, loving the feeling of freedom I knew I wouldn’t