MALACHI
“Could you really not find a middle sized hot air balloon for the sunrise?”
To that, I have no audible response. So, I lift my gaze to meet Jaxon, who is leaning against the couch in front of me.
I wonder if he’ll still be full of talk when I break those fingers of his.
He throws the last piece of chocolate into his mouth as he frowns at me.
“Does it really have to be tethered? The whole point of hot air balloons is the thrill that comes from knowing you’re no longer on solid ground.”
He speaks like he’s ever been in one before. His words are so rich coming from someone who was scared of heights for so long, Ronan had to sit with him during every flight.
I make no mention of it. I’m in no mood for any form of stress tonight.
“I had three hours to make all the arrange
