Chapter 13
Anton didn’t outright die on the flight to Dakar, but after six hours in economy—the only seats available on such short notice—he sort of wished he had. Not as badly as the hour-long hop from Cornwall to London in the tiny commuter plane, but very, very close.
The only highlight was that Katie had sat next to him. But instead of getting to know her better, she’d put her head on his shoulder and passed out for the entire flight.
While he’d been totally charmed, and enjoyed being able to rest his cheek on her hair—until he got a crick in his neck to go with the ache in his back and the throbbing in his knees—he was also ticked that everyone else seemed able to sleep on the flight.
Almost everyone. He got some satisfaction from seeing Jesse also suffer. His six-three didn’t fit
