“Passengers, there seems to be a problem with the tower’s communication system. As soon as it is resolved we will be taking off. In the meantime, please enjoy one complimentary alcoholic beverage. Thank you.”

There was a loud cheer in the cabin. The lady seated next to Prandi nudged her and said, “I tell ya, it pays to fly Delta. American Airlines won’t even give ya free peanuts anymore!”

Prandi sank down lower in her seat, wishing she was airborne. Wishing she was anywhere but here. Here meant she was still close to Jameson and her. Unwanted images flew past her mind’s eye: Becca in Jameson’s arms, her arms twining around his waist. Her eyes sparkling with smug awareness. Her eyes looking right at her.

“Ma’am, are you feeling alright?”

Prandi opened her eyes to find a flight attendant hovering over her, concern written on her face. Prandi blushed and bolted upright in her seat.

“Um, yeah, thanks.”

“Would you like anything to drink?”

Prandi hesitated, but only for a second. “Vodka, hold the ice.”