Chapter 367

Cassia woke to a gentle touch and found the stewardess standing over her. Someone had put a blanket over her, too.

‘Mrs Petrakis, we’re landing in a few minutes.’

For a second she was about to assert that she wasn’t Mrs Petrakis until she remembered that she was. She scrambled up inelegantly, relieved to see that Calix was missing from his seat. She pushed her hands through her tumbled hair and secured it back again. The orchid came out in her hand and she looked at it. What had possessed her to put it in her hair earlier? She threw it down on the table beside her, disgusted with herself that she might have somehow unconsciously done it for him. She wanted to get out of the dress, which clung far too much, and get into jeans…or overalls, or something. Anything else.

And who had put the blanket over her? The thought that it might have been him made her insides liquefy. She chided herself for being so silly. It was far more likely to have been the stewardess. She looked up and saw Calix