He’d originally had romantic intentions. Now, between Diana’s revelation that she was about to completely betray him—on his father’s orders—and the mortifying aftermath of his drunken episode and his decision to tell her all about his past and his cancer… Well, it was enough to make him not want to be in the same country as Diana, much less the same air space. She kept sending him these soulful looks, which only made the situation worse. “Isn’t there a movie you want to watch?” he said sharply. “Or…I don’t know, work that you want to do?” “I guess I deserve that,” she said. “If it’s any comfort, I’m glad you opened up to me.” “It isn’t, and I’m not,” he retorted. Yes, it might be childish, but he sank into his own seat, opening up his iPad. He scrolled through movies until the battery died and realized he hadn’t brought an outlet converter, so he couldn’t charge the damned device. Now he was stuck. He should’ve bought a book at the damned airport.
