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The plane is divided into rows of three on either side, and I feel bad when we arrive at our seats–one window and one middle seat. If we’re going to sit together and work together, one of us is going to have to take the dreaded middle seat, and I’m not sure his muscular, six-foot-three frame is going to be able to fit. Without even asking my preference of a seat, Shane guides me in front of him and gestures for me to take the window seat.
“Are you sure you don’t want to ask the attendant for an aisle seat instead?”
“I already checked. The plane is full.”
“I can sit in the middle,” I assure him. “I’m smaller than you.”
“You seem like a window seat kind of girl, and there’s no way I’m going to make you sit next to a stranger. Now come on, beautiful, people are waiting behind us.”
“I do like the view at take off,” I hesitantly admit.
“Then it’s settled.”
After a few minutes of settling in, shoving my designer tote bag under the seat in front of me, I feel like a selfish bitch.
Shane is smushed.
His knees are pushed up against the seat in front of him, and we’ve got a very long flight.
“What’s wrong?” he asks me, worry etched across his face when he studies mine.
“Maybe we ask someone to switch seats? You’re not comfortable.”
He leans over and stuns me with a quick kiss on the lips.
“You’re adorable, but I’m fine.”
I take a moment to compose myself then say, “Well, if you keep winning like you guys have been, I’m sure one day it’ll only be first-class seats for you in the NHL.”
“That’s sweet.”
“The NHL is the end goal, right?”
“It is. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“You’re really good. You’ll get there.”
“Speaking of hockey, you came to the game the other night with Lorenzo, right?”
“Yeah.”
“How did that happen?”
“Oh, I saw him at the concession stand and he had crappy seats so I offered to give him my extra seat. You didn’t mind, did you?”
“No,” he smiles. “I just wondered how you two ended up sitting together because if it had been a date, that would have made things awkward.”
“It would have made what awkward?”
“VCU Homecoming twenty years from now.”
“What are you talking about, Shane?” I chuckle. “You’re not making any sense.”
“Twenty years from now, when we’re strolling across the yard, and you have to explain to our children, one big-headed boy and one gorgeous girl, that you went on a date with the has-been baseball player before you fell in love with their daddy.”
The man sitting on the other side of Shane cracks a smile, obviously finding what he said amusing. All I can do is shake my head in disbelief, although somewhere deep inside, I’m beaming.
“It’s never going to happen, catch up king,” I tease him.
