My hip still hurt.
But I could stretch.
I read two chapters.
Ate the pretzels I had saved.
Then a shadow appeared beside me.
Josh.
“Look, Celeste.”
I closed my book.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
There it was.
If.
“All right.”
He glanced toward the flight attendant.
“So we’re good?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want this turning into some official complaint.”
Now I understood.
He wasn’t apologizing because my hip hurt.
He was worried about himself.
“I haven’t decided whether I’ll report it.”
His expression hardened.
“I travel for work all the time.”
I waited.
“I don’t need some complaint attached to my name over something this stupid.”
“Then you should have listened when I asked you to move.”
“You’re seriously going to cause trouble over a cramped airplane seat?”
“You decided my space belonged to you.”
