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Oh crap! “My wife seems completely at ease with the changes in her body,” I tell her. “And I think she looks even more gorgeous as her body’s starting to swell.”
“Then tell her that!“ The woman says with emphasis. “Throughout her pregnancy, especially when your wife told me she’s having twins.” She glances at where Isabella is reading a magazine. “Twins for a woman who’s had multiple pregnancies is tough. So you can imagine how it’s going to be for her.” She points to Isabella. “And stop being a fucking clueless man thinking everything’s about you.”
I look at the woman in disbelief as she tells me off.
“Now go take care of your wife, and remember to keep telling her how beautiful she is.” She smiles. “You’re lucky to have each other. I can see how much you care for her.” She turns her head and lifts her hair, which shows a scar. “This is what I got for getting too fat with my first baby.”
“Fuck!” Anger floods me. I know jack shit about this woman, but that jagged scar looks like she went through a window. “I hope you’re no longer with that fucker.”
“He’s dead.” Her eyes darken. “I have a family you don’t mess with.”
By the way, she’s looking at me, and I can tell she’s already sensed that her story wouldn’t shock me. Like knows like, and she’s just let me know her family is the muscle in this town.
“Good.”
“I’ll see you around,” she says. “And remember—be kind, loving, supportive, and for fuck sake, make her know how gorgeous she is no matter how big she gets.”
I salute her, and she walks off. Although I would never act on it, I find myself oddly turned on by her. And also really glad her family took care of the fucker who hurt her while she was pregnant.
While I felt my anger rise as the woman stuck her nose into my business, I’m grateful for it now. I also know she’s right because Isabella’s words come back to me.
I turn and walk back to Isabella and see a large packet of ginger mints in her hand. “What’s that?”
“Ginger mints,” she says. “But then Shirly probably already told you that.”
“Who’s Shirly?”
“My new friend and the woman you were talking to when you came out of the bathroom,” Isabella replies, but this time, there’s no anger in her voice.
“You saw that?” I take the duffel from her. “I wasn’t flirting with her.”
“Even if you were, I doubt she’d flirt back,” Isabella tells me confidently. “You’re not her type, and I think her wife, whose father is the police chief of Ottawa, wouldn’t take kindly to that.”
“Wife?” My brows rise. “I thought her family was a crime family or something as apparently they took care of her first husband.”
“They didn’t kill him.” Isabella looks at me. “They put him in prison after the man beat Shirly up and pushed her through a glass coffee table.”
“He died in prison.”
“Apparently, men in prison don’t take too kindly to men who beat up on pregnant women.” She gives me a smug smile. “After that, Shirly met her wife, and she’s now in a loving relationship.”
“I’m glad.”
Isabella slips the ginger mints into her purse as we go through the boarding gate.
We settle into our seats. The plane’s interior is dimly lit, and I reach up to turn the air vent on me. The rows of seats, two on either side of the aisle, stretch before us, mostly empty. As the doors close with a hiss, I notice there’s no one in the seats across from us or behind us.
The plane starts to move, and I feel Isabella tense beside me. Her hand grips the armrest, knuckles white, and she pushes herself back against the seat, eyes tightly shut. I realize she really doesn’t like flying.
Once the safety belt check is done, Isabella pulls a blanket over herself.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice low and soothing.
She doesn’t open her eyes. “Did I not mention I hated flying, especially the takeoffs and landings?”
Shifting in my seat, I decide to help her relax. I slip my hand under the blanket, moving towards the heat at the apex of her legs. I remember she isn’t wearing any panties from our train journey earlier, and I lift the hemline of her dress until my fingers have access to her wet, waiting pussy.
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t open her eyes. I can feel her body trembling slightly, and I know she’s trying to hold back her moans as I begin to tease her clit, circling it with my thumb. I can feel her wetness spreading, coating my fingers.
