by Lola Karns
“When I told them I was leaving to come back home, Bill made me sit down with him and talk through my plans for supporting Chloe. He then sold me equipment to set up the bakery at cost.”
Her skin grew clammy and burned at the same time. Stop shaking. Twitching fingers, legs, clenching stomach muscles all added up to no good. She had to cool down. Air vent. Fluttering eyelids prevented her from seeing how far she had to move her arm. The damned thing was out of reach. Kyle opened it then supported Chloe, taking her weight away. The flight attendant appeared, offering a cup of cold water and a damp paper towel. Gwen placed the towel on her forehead. Kyle took the cup with his free hand.
As smoothly as possible, he held the cup to her lips. “Small sips will help.”
It did.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
She swallowed another sip before looking at him. “No. You’ve been wonderful enough already. Thank you for holding Chloe and getting me a drink. You’re my hero.”
“Don’t say that.”