Chapter 41

“Are they trying to torture us on purpose? I don’t want to break my arm because I need to scratch my balls.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I hate flying.”

“It’s faster than walking.”

“Very funny.”

“Just relax. Bill said he’s going to meet us at the airport. We’re supposed to go over there for New Year’s Eve.”

“That’s not going to matter if we suffocate before we get there, or I wind up with someone’s duffle bag stowed in my ass since there’s no room anywhere else.”

“It’s not that bad.”

With a sudden surge of noise and power, we were roaring down the runway and ready to take off.

“Jesus!” I muttered, gripping Jackson’s hand.

“Relax.”

“Shut up, Ledbetter.”

“Just relax.”

“If this fucking thing explodes, I’ll sue!”

“It’s not going to explode. Do you need a sick bag?”

I did not answer.

“Wiley?”

“What?”

“It’s a hand,” he said, glancing down at his hand, which I was squeezing the life out of. “Not a guardrail.”