Next to Wolfe, Aleki had started shaking. She felt Caleb’s chest starting to move.
“Stop it, you two, and help me out here,” she demanded.
They both laughed.
Wolfe just shook his head. “Imbeciles.”
* * *
Her mind was still reeling from hurricane Wolfe when the flight attendant came up to them. Or should she say, sashayed over to them. Her hips swung wit
h each movement. She was poised and sure-footed, despite the fact she was wearing six-inch heels.
She was blonde with a breathy voice that immediately grated on Vivi’s nerves. Her make-up was spotless and she had a body that didn’t quit. Vivi started to feel self-conscious. She knew she was scrawny. Skin and bones.
At one stage, she could have given this woman a run for her money. But that was a long time ago. Although she’d never had boobs like that. Were they real? She had no idea, but she should really do up another button or two. If she leaned over too far, Vivi was worried that they were gonna get more than an eyeful.
“Hello, Mr. Pierce, Mr. Samuels, and Mr. Callahan, it’s good to have you back on board.”
Caleb smiled. “Hello, Marilyn.”
Aleki gave her a head bob. Wolfe ignored her completely.
Then the woman’s gaze went to her, and her smile became condescending as she glanced down. It was then that Vivi realized she was still clutching Piggles and she had wolf slippers on her feet. Shame filled her.
She shrunk in even further, moving away from Caleb who shot her a concerned look before his attention was stolen by a question from Marilyn.
“What can I get you all for breakfast? I’m happy to make anything you might desire.”
Vivi scowled. She just bet she was.
“Maybe a big country breakfast for you each? I’m sure it takes a lot of food to fuel those large bodies.”
Vivi started to gag. It was just too much.
Wolfe shot out of his seat. “Are you ill? Don’t just stand there, get a sick bag,” he snapped at Marilyn, who looked affronted. Whether at his tone or his order, Vivi wasn’t sure.
She shook her head. “I’m fine. Just felt a bit nauseous.”
“Here, have some water,” Caleb told her. He undid the bottle, but instead of handing it to her, he held it to her mouth. “Small sips. That’s it.”
She glanced up at Marilyn and saw the way she glared at her.
“Better?” Caleb asked, wiping away a drop of water with his finger.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Perhaps you need to go lie down,” Marilyn suggested. “Quarantine yourself. If you have a stomach bug, I’m sure you don’t want to give it to the rest of us.”
“I’m fine,” Vivi retorted. “Just a little nauseous. Nothing serious.”
“It’s probably because your stomach is empty,” Wolfe muttered. “You’re sure you’re not pregnant?”
“Yes, Wolfe, I’m sure,” she said. Hard to be pregnant when you haven’t had sex in years.
Marilyn giggled at something Aleki said to her and she narrowed her gaze at how close the other woman stood to him.
Not. Cool.