fly?”
He immediately unbuckled his seat belt and made to rise.
Deana grabbed him by the waist band of his jeans and yanked him back into the seat. “Whatever is the matter with you?”
“You fly in a machine ?” He seemed revolted at the prospect.
She looked at him askance. “I’m not going to ask you why flying in a machine is upsetting you, because I just know I am not going to like the answer.” She patted his knee. “You’ll be fine.”
He accepted what she had to say; whether he believed it was another matter.
The plane soon turned down the runway and took off. Lorgin clutched the arms of the chair tightly, but took it quite well, considering. Once they were in the air, he seemed to relax somewhat.
“The fight attendant will serve us breakfast soon. Youmust be very hungry, you haven’t eaten since…You haven’t eaten.”
He agreed. “I am very hungry. Breakfast will not be… greaseburgers, will it?” That idea worried him.
A mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes. “Not unless we’re lucky.” He shot her an I’m-not-amused look.
Breakfast turned out to be scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast, and orange juice. He ate everything, seeming only really excited about the orange juice. And coffee. The man loved coffee. He drank four cups before Deana warned him about the effects of caffeine.
“I would go easy on that stuff if I were you.”
“Why?”
“Coffee contains a stimulant called caffeine. If you drink any more, I’ll have to scrape you off the ceiling.”
“I vow I would brave the effects of this caffeine if I could have more of this wonderful elixir.”
Deana placed a hand on his arm, gently lowering the cup from his mouth. “Trust me.”
He complied immediately, his intelligent gaze intently capturing her own. “I would that you also trust me , Adeeann.”
Deana, flustered by his sudden intensity, returned to her tray of food.
After breakfast, they settled in for the long flight, Deana opening a paperback book, Lorgin leaning back in his seat, a look of stoic endurance on his face.
When Deana noted that Lorgin had been quiet for some time, she raised her head from her book, wondering if he had nodded off. Instead, she saw him staring intently out the window. He seemed fascinated by the wide blue yonder.
The plane bucked slightly in mild turbulence.
The captain’s voice came over the loudspeaker, requesting the passengers to fasten their seat belts due to unexpected clear air turbulence. Deana leaned back in the seatand gazed out the window beyond Lorgin’s golden mane. Just before she closed her eyes to take a nap, she idly noticed puffs of clouds fluffing by the window. Those clouds are moving rather fast, she thought as she yawned.
Too fast!
Deana bolted up in her seat and stared out the window, noting clouds rapidly and unnaturally converging together. Even as she watched, a bolt of lightning arced from cloud to cloud.
The plane bucked again.
The low rumble of thunder vibrated through the plane. She turned her horror-stricken gaze to Lorgin.
The plane took another hop and dive.
“Lorgin!” He turned to her.
“Are you doing this?” His smug look was admission enough for her. “Are you crazy? Stop it at once! Are you trying to get us all killed?”
He sighed and leaned back in the seat. The ride immediately smoothed out.
If she wasn’t so shaken, she would be tempted to thump his head with her book. “What possessed you to do something so stupid?”
He shrugged. “You make too much of this, Adeeann. I was just…playing, to pass the time.”
Playing? Causing a lightning storm was playing to him? Good grief! She’d have to watch him every minute to make sure he didn’t cause a disaster. Chi’in t’se Leau my foot! Just who was guarding whom, she moaned. Cripes, an alien with a warped sense of humor! And supernatural powers.
Deana had never been so happy to land in her life.
They arrived at the hotel in the late afternoon.
Since there already