it. But holy hell, if they were anywhere than here, in
this particular situation, she knew she’d be a complete mess. As much as she
wished Matthew was touching her in a sexual way, he was just trying to be
reassuring; he wasn’t putting the moves on her. She had to force her brain to
concentrate though. It just wanted to replay his hands on her body.
18C, 18C , Caroline
repeated to herself as she made her way down the aisle toward the back of the
plane. She vaguely noticed the other passengers enjoying their free drinks
without a care in the world. Caroline had no idea if their drinks were drugged
as well, but she had a bad feeling they probably were. She had to make sure she
delivered the note to the right person. The last thing she needed was to trip
into the wrong person and have someone get the napkin with the weird code. She
looked at the seat numbers as she passed them, concentrating hard on making
sure she didn’t screw up.
She knew right
off who Mozart was. She shouldn’t have worried about counting the rows. He
looked as big and hard as Matthew. Just as she got near him she “tripped,” and
reached out with her hands to stop her fall, right into Mozart.
“I’m so sorry,”
she cried out apologetically as she extricated herself from his arms, taking
her hands off of his chest where they’d landed. “I’m so clumsy!”
The man simply nodded
and helped her right herself. He didn’t actually say anything to her, and
Caroline found herself blushing, as if she hadn’t fallen into him on purpose.
She had to get herself together. Sheesh. These sexy men were going to be the
death of her.
She straightened,
brushed herself off, and continued on her way to the restroom. She took a deep
breath. One message delivered, one to go. She’d pressed the note into Mozart’s chest
when she fell, and she’d felt him grab it when he’d steadied her. She wanted to
laugh; it seemed she was pretty good at this cloak and dagger stuff.
Caroline figured
she might as well actually use the restroom while she was in the back of the
plane. Who knew when she might get another chance with whatever was happening. The
practical side of her mind never turned off. She arrived at the restroom in the
back just as the flight attendants were finishing up the drink service. Squeezing
past the guy who’d served their drinks with an apologetic smile, Caroline
closed the restroom door, quickly got down to business, and washed her hands
once she was done.
Just as she was
going to leave the bathroom, Caroline heard two men talking right outside the
door. She paled after hearing their conversation and waited until they’d moved
away. Jesus. They were pretty dumb talking about their plan like that where
people could overhear them. Caroline supposed they figured soon everyone would
be passed out, so it didn’t matter. She had to get back to Matthew and tell him
what she’d overheard. Crap.
She left the
bathroom and didn’t look back at the galley; she just walked back toward the
front of the plane, grabbing the seatbacks as she went down the plane. When she
got to row twenty four, without missing a beat, she nonchalantly grabbed the
shoulder of the man sitting in the aisle seat with her right hand as she walked
by, then continued up to her seat. Matthew was waiting and again, assisted her
to her seat with a hand on her waist, looking at her questionably. Caroline
nodded once and sunk heavily into her chair. She reached for her seatbelt, but
Matthew stopped her.
“Leave it off,
just in case,” he told her. Caroline nodded again. Crap, she should’ve thought
about that. She wasn’t thinking straight. She had to get herself together.
“Matthew,” she stated
urgently, “before I left the restroom I heard two of the flight attendants
talking. They said everything was in place and as soon as the passengers were
out, they’d start.”
Chapter Six
Wolf didn’t say
anything, just grabbed Caroline’s hand, squeezed