Chasing the Sun: The laugh-out-loud summer romance you need on your holiday!. Katy ColinsЧитать онлайн книгу.
to help my friend out, so I’d plaster on a smile and get stuck in as best I could. Shelley wouldn’t have us constantly trapped in the wedding world when there was so much of Australia that I was desperate to see, surely? I exhaled loudly and tried not to over-think it.
‘Jesus, would someone shut that bloody kid up?’ the fat man muttered under his breath, breaking me from my thoughts. ‘These parents think it’s okay to make the most of being able to fly their children for free until they’re two or something. Selfish, if you ask me. All right for them, but what about the rest of us who had to fork out hundreds for the luxury of sharing this space with a screaming kid. Where’s our compensation?’ he rambled on, looking as if he expected me to jump in and agree with him.
I was half prepared to say that I should be the one to have some compensation, being trapped in this row next to him; that if I’d been in my original seat, at least I would have had a little more room and could nip in and out when I liked. A loud ding-dong sound played out, interrupting me from airing my frustrations.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, we’re about to enter an area of turbulence,’ the suave tones of the captain spoke across the Tannoy as the seat-belt sign illuminated above our heads. ‘If you can please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.’
‘Oh, just fucking great,’ fat man muttered loudly as the in-flight entertainment crackled out to a blank holding screen.
I looked at him and noticed his hands were gripping the armrests, his pudgy knuckles had turned white.
‘For the love of God,’ he sighed even louder.
Suddenly it all made sense. It wasn’t just the crying baby that was getting on his nerves; his nerves were already shot from fear. He was being such an arrogant space-hogging prick because he wanted to sit in the aisle seat so he could make a hasty escape if necessary. I bet he didn’t even have gout. He was terrified of flying.
‘You all right?’ I asked gently, as the plane suddenly lurched downwards. The woman to my right had dozed off as soon as she’d ended her phone call, and had since been emitting nasally snores in my ear every few minutes.
He blinked open his eyes. ‘Fine. Fine,’ he barked and gulped loudly.
I’ve always been relaxed about flying, clinging on to the statistics that it’s safer than travelling by car and that no plane has ever crashed from turbulence. Little comfort for someone who has a genuine phobia of being above the clouds, I know. I tried to look around for something to talk about to distract him.
‘My name’s Georgia, what’s yours?’
‘Terry,’ he eventually managed to say through gritted teeth, loudly swallowing saliva that had probably rushed to his mouth in fear.
‘You been to Australia before, Terry?’
Terry turned his head to face me; gone was the reddened sheen and in its place was a sickly, green shade. ‘Once.’
‘Oh, great. Sooo, how was it? It’s my first time. I’m going to my best friend’s wedding. She’s having this big do in Sydney, but first we’re ticking off the Great Ocean Road, something I’ve always wanted to experience. Should be pretty epic!’
‘It’s all right, just so fucking far from anywhere.’ A bit of spittle stayed on his quivering bottom lip as he spoke. He gripped the armrest as we juddered again.
I flashed a friendly smile. ‘Yeah, but it’s got to be worth it, right?’ A look passed over his features that I couldn’t quite make out. ‘I can’t wait to see my first kangaroo, get some photos of the Opera House, chill out on Bondi Beach,’ I rabbited on, hoping he wasn’t noticing the air hostesses returning to their seats and strapping themselves in. Or the man in the row opposite doing the cross sign on his chest as we were again violently shaken by the bad weather. ‘You got much planned when you’re there?’
‘Business,’ he replied tartly, before absent-mindedly rubbing at his bare wedding-ring finger.
‘Ah great, what do you do?’
‘Develop apps, tech stuff, you probably wouldn’t understand. Heading to Melbourne and then up to Sydney to sign off on some deals. Do you think the bathrooms are still open?’ He craned his neck down the empty aisle.
I shook my head, ignoring his dig. ‘Doubt it, the seat-belt sign’s still on. So, Terry, do you travel much for work?’
A violent lurch pulled his attention back to me. ‘Yeah, too much probably. I don’t know why I bother.’
‘I’m sure we’ll be out of the turbulence soon,’ I soothed.
‘No. I didn’t mean that.’ He shook his head. ‘I’m on a work trip, one of many this year, and flying not only comes with the fear of death but the aggro I get back home for being away so much.’
He caught me looking at his wedding-ring-free finger. ‘My wife and I, we’re going through, err, some problems. Work taking up too much of my time and all that.’
‘Ah, I know about that,’ I sympathetically mused. ‘Finding the balance between business and relationships is never easy.’ I thought about Ben and the problems we’d had to overcome in our professional and personal life to get to where we were today.
‘Harder when your wife doesn’t understand that she gets to live in her five-bed house in the countryside because of your work,’ he huffed. ‘I’d like her, just once, to realise that I’m away so much to provide for the lifestyle she has come to expect.’ He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I noticed his chest had stopped heaving as quickly as it had before.
I cringed slightly; nice one, Georgia, for trying to take his mind off turbulence and on to more emotionally turbulent matters for the poor sod.
‘I’m sure she does appreciate what you do; she probably just misses you when you’re away,’ I suggested.
He made a strange noise with his rubbery lips. ‘Pfft, doubt it. Misses nagging me maybe.’ He paused to collect his thoughts. ‘Sorry, too much information and all that.’
I shook my head. ‘It’s fine.’
‘So, how about you? Heading all this way by yourself?’
‘Like I said, I’m going to see my friend.’ I mentally kicked myself for going on about weddings to a stranger who was having such marital troubles. ‘My boyfriend is flying out to meet me soon. He travels a lot too, we both do.’
‘Well, you’re lucky then.’
‘What, with travelling?’ I smiled weakly as the plane dropped sharply and other passengers let out a whooping noise.
Terry clutched his clenched pink fists to his lips.
‘No.’ His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as if gulping at the air. ‘I mean, with making it work between the pair of you, having someone who understands that you travel a lot.’
‘Yeah, I guess you’re right.’ I smiled. ‘He’s my business partner too and loves to travel as much as I do.’
It wasn’t your usual relationship that Ben and I had, but we made it work. I probably should be a lot more grateful for having a supportive boyfriend who ‘got’ my career. I couldn’t imagine running the business and dating someone who struggled with the amount of travelling I had, and wanted, to do.
‘Maybe take your wife with you on your next trip?’
He thought about it for a moment as the plane wobbled aggressively once more. ‘That’s if we ever get off here in one piece. I love my wife. I really do.’ He fumbled in his jeans pocket, almost taking my eye out as his elbow narrowly missed my face with the movement.
‘Here, look.’ He opened up his battered wallet and pulled out a faded Polaroid photo of him looking younger and slimmer, and a woman I presumed to be his wife, with highlighted blonde hair and a wide grin matching the