Chapter Four
When her feet touched solid ground again, her lips would follow to kiss it. Emma hissed in a shallow breath between clenched teeth. She swallowed hard against another wave of nausea steamrolling across her body. A cold sweat peppered her upper lip as she pressed a trembling hand to the clammy skin of her forehead. She’d never gotten this airsick before. Would this flight from hell never end?
Thank goodness, she had a window seat. She slumped against the curved wall of the vibrating plane, squishing her sweat-soaked travel pillow into a less uncomfortable wad beneath the crook of her jaw. More turbulence. If the plane jarred like that one more time, she’d need a thirty-gallon garbage bag to hold the contents of her stomach. Screw that dainty airsick bag the flight attendant had shoved into her hands.
