Alex decided to follow her. Even though the woman was an enigma, she had seemed rather sick ever since the plane had taken off and he was decent enough to want to help her when she was so obviously distressed. She certainly wasn’t faking as he’d originally believed. In fact he’d never seen anyone so miserable on a plane before. He approached her from behind, intending to offer to fetch her a soda or maybe some motion sickness meds from a flight attendant.
Suddenly she turned and ran right into him. He caught her firmly in his arms and held her for a moment, surprised at how comfortable she felt there. The feeling lasted only a few seconds, but the frisson of warmth made him lock eyes with Chelsea before she pulled away. They both suddenly stepped back as if they’d been burned.
“Sorry,” Chelsea mumbled. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to check on you. You looked rather pale and I didn’t want you fainting in the aisle.”
“I’m fine. Please don’t let me disturb you. I know you have a lot of important work to do.” She shivered and hugged herself nervously.
The captain’s voice came over the speaker and announced their airspeed and altitude. He then asked everyone to return to their seats due to turbulence and lit the fasten seat belts sign. Chelsea’s face turned even whiter as the plane rocked under their feet. She grabbed hold of a nearby seat to steady herself and took a deep breath.
Alex saw the fear etched in Chelsea’s face and reached out to support her other arm, even though she flinched at his touch. He gently led her back to their seats and steadied her as the plane continued to rock. They both looked over in Miss Abigail’s direction as they returned, but she was dozing and seemed oblivious to the turbulence.
Chelsea sat, quickly fastened her seat belt and wrapped herself up again in a blanket. The plane took another dip and she grabbed on to both armrests until her fingers started turning white.
Alex noticed and carefully removed her hand from the armrest they shared and took it in his own. He gave it a gentle squeeze but didn’t release it. Maybe he could distract her and learn something about her at the same time. “So why are you so scared to fly? Did you have a bad experience on a plane?”
Chelsea raised an eyebrow. “I’d really rather not relive it.”
Alex shrugged. “Fair enough.”
The plane jolted again and Chelsea screeched and squeezed his hand so hard it hurt. He shifted, but didn’t let go. He thought a moment, then tried again. “So tell me the story of your life.”
She didn’t respond and he gently pushed ahead. “Come on. It’s a long trip. Where were you born? Where did you grow up? These aren’t hard questions.” He raised an eyebrow. “Are they?”
“I’m not really in the mood for small talk,” she hedged.
“Would you rather I ignore you for the rest of the trip?”
“Honestly? Yes.”
Alex laughed for the first time since he’d packed his bags this morning. “Well, Miss Rogers, you must have something to hide.”
Chelsea flinched and Alex was instantly alerted by her reaction. This lady was obviously scared of much more than just flying in an airplane. He wanted to demand answers, but he knew instinctively that the direct approach wouldn’t work. With this woman he would have to read between the lines to discover her secrets.
He waited a few minutes for her to respond to his statement. When she didn’t, he tried again. “So? Why don’t you just tell me why you’re so scared of flying?”
Chelsea gave an exasperated sigh. “You don’t give up easily, do you?”
“Now you’re getting it,” he answered. “You’ll find I usually get what I’m after. Maybe it would be easier if you knew that about me right up front.”
“And what is it that you’re after, Mr. Sullivan?”
Alex leaned closer to Chelsea, keeping his voice low. “Information, pure and simple. Miss Abigail Van Buren is one of my oldest clients, not to mention a dear friend. I’m sure you understand that it’s vitally important for me to know everything I can about her associates so that I can adequately guard her interests.”
Chelsea pulled her hand away and shifted uncomfortably in the seat, apparently accepting his explanation. “I was born in South America. We moved to the U.S. when I was twelve.”
Alex nodded. “Ah, yes. I thought I detected a hint of an accent. Which country?”
“Brazil,” she answered softly. “On a flight there to visit family a couple of years ago, my plane had some difficulties and the turbulence was horrible. We nearly crashed into a very large mountain. I’ve hated flying ever since.”
She glanced out the window as the plane took another dip. Alex saw her start to shake and took her hand again. He waited a moment for her to relax a bit before pushing forward. “So, why did your family move to the United States?”
“I’ve told you about me,” she whispered, not meeting his eyes. “Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?”
His brows pulled together. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a very exciting story to tell. I’m certainly not a world traveler like you. I’m the oldest of three boys and have lived in Tallahassee all of my life. I spend most of my time working at my law firm with one of my brothers. My father was an attorney and he passed the business down to us. Miss Abigail has been with us since the beginning, and is one of my mother’s closest friends. I am fiercely devoted to protecting her interests.” His tone was businesslike yet filled with a subtle threat.
Chelsea tightened the blanket around herself. “I can understand why. Miss Abigail is a wonderful person. I know I haven’t known her nearly as long as you have, of course, but I also have come to care for her a great deal.”
“I’m glad,” he said softly, searching her eyes for any hint of deception. “How long have you been living in Tallahassee?”
Chelsea swallowed and squeezed the blanket nervously. “About a month.” She paused. “Can you let me by please? The turbulence seems to have passed and I need to go to the ladies’ room.”
Alex saw the withdrawal in her eyes and backed down. She was obviously hiding something, but there was no need to push for all the answers right now. With a little patience and some help from the private investigator he’d hired back in Tallahassee to research her background, he would know everything he needed to know about Chelsea Rogers in a day or two.
He stood to let her pass and glanced around at the other passengers as he did so. Miss Abigail had woken up and was doing a crossword puzzle. The lady in the seat next to her was typing furiously on a laptop and gently swaying to some music she was listening to on her headphones. Everyone else around them was dozing or watching the in-flight movie with headphones of their own.
He heard a noise behind him and noticed the man from the airport—the one with the Braves baseball cap who had made that strange phone call about a package. He was getting a bag out of the overhead bin. He wasn’t a first-class passenger, but must have had to store his belongings in the first-class section due to the lack of space in the rear of the plane. The man glanced at him and nodded, then returned to rummaging around in the bag. He watched the man return to the coach seats, then sat down again and waited for Chelsea to return.
* * *
Chelsea paced back and forth in the small galley of the plane, glad to have a short reprieve from the attorney’s prying questions. She didn’t know why he was pushing so hard to discover her past, but discussing her history could never happen again in any context. Justin Carver was a powerful man with a very long reach. If she wanted to stay alive, she had to keep her secrets at all costs.
Chelsea took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She tried to think of something