The Stopover (The Miles High Club #1)

by T.L. Swan

“I’m flying out to California in the morning,” I blurt out. “To see him?” “Yes.” “He stayed behind?” I scrunch my face up tight. Damn it. Why did I say that? “Yes.” “When you see him, I want you to do something for me.” “What’s that?” “Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again.” I frown. “Why would I ask him that?” I whisper. “Because there’s another man who does.” The phone clicks as he hangs up.

I pull out of her grip and lean away. “No thank you.” I smile. “I don’t do social media.” “What?” she gasps as she looks me up and down in disgust. “Why on earth not? What’s wrong with you?” Okay . . . this woman’s a rude pig. “I don’t like social media, that’s all.” I shrug. “What’s not to like?” She keeps taking her own photo.

I stare at her deadpan. “A misrepresentation of society with unrealistic images that portray a fake lifestyle with impossible ideals,” I reply as I sip my wine. Don’t piss me off, bitch.