Drunk on a plane, p.1
Drunk on a Plane, page 1
Drunk on a Plane
Carrie Jacobs
Also by Carrie Jacobs
Hickory Hollow
Drunk on a Plane
Caller Number Nine
The Boy Next Door
Luck of the Draw
Cat Burglar (Coming Soon)
Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Copyright Notice
Dedication
for Scott – time for another cruise ♥
Chapter 1
Megan's leg jittered with anticipation as she waited for her boarding call. This was it. The adventure of a lifetime. In under an hour, she'd be sitting inside an airplane, taking off, leaving Pennsylvania – and this cold November – far behind. For ten blissful days, anyway. Her phone vibrated again. In the time it took to go through security and find a seat at the gate, six calls had gone to voicemail.
With a sigh, she answered the phone. "Hello again, Mom." She kept her voice low so the growing group of fellow passengers wasn't disturbed.
"You're not going. The wedding's been canceled." Alice sounded relieved.
Dread wound its way through her chest and up her neck, making her tongue feel too large for her mouth. "What?" Her cousin's cruise wedding had been the only topic of family discussion for months.
"Brittney called the whole thing off. We'll head back and pick you up."
To Megan, it sounded less like an offer and more like a threat. Her heart pounded as she clutched her camera bag to her chest. She had to get on the plane. "Mom, I already paid for everything. I'll still be able to build my travel portfolio."
There was a pause, then Alice spoke slowly, like she was addressing a child. "Since you won't be taking any wedding pictures, there's no point in going."
"I said I wanted to build my travel portfolio." You just didn't want to hear that part.
"What on earth would you need one of those for? We're turning around." The phone muffled. "Turn around up here. Grant, you missed it – here, pull into this gas station."
No, no, Dad, please don't turn around. "I can't leave. I'm already through security."
"Of course you can."
"My bag's already checked."
"We'll call the airline and have it back in a few days. Grant, why aren't you pulling in?"
She hoped her mother wouldn't hear the desperation constricting her voice. "I gotta go, we're starting to board." The little white lie gave her a tiny pang of guilt as a nearby passenger looked up from his phone and reached for his bag, then frowned and settled back into his seat.
"We're coming back to get you." The words took on a sharp edge.
"No, don't. When am I ever going to have another chance to go on a cruise?" This was it. Do or die. If she didn't get on the plane, she'd never go anywhere. She'd waste the rest of her life in Hickory Hollow, putting the final nail in the coffin that already held her dreams.
"Your father and I can take you on a cruise. Maybe in the spring. Although I'm not sure why you'd want to go someplace so hot. We'll go to Niagara Falls instead. It's just as nice."
"I already spent a non-refundable fortune on this trip. I'll call you when I get to Orlando."
"If you get to Orlando."
"Gee, thanks." She forced her breathing to slow. The last thing she needed was to have a full-blown panic attack in an airport.
Alice's voice took on a whine. "Megan, you don't want to go on a cruise all by yourself. You'll be all alone. For ten days. Ten whole days."
It sounded like heaven. "I would have been alone anyway. Brittney and Eric would have been off doing their own thing. It'll be fine. Maybe I'll have a hot vacation fling with some exotic foreigner who barely speaks English."
She heard her dad chuckle in the background.
Alice snapped, "Why would you even joke about having a casual affair? It's not funny. And what about pirates? You know they hijacked a cruise ship last month."
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Megan said, "In Somalia. Which is on the other side of Africa, nowhere near the Caribbean."
"Fine. Go ahead. But don't come bawling to me when someone plants drugs on you and you end up in prison somewhere in Mexico, or when the plane crashes."
On the upside, the ridiculousness of the conversation calmed her down. "Getting on the plane, so I have to turn my phone off now. I'll text you when I land in Florida. Love you, bye." She hung up before Alice could say anything else.
Megan left her seat and went to the window. Out on the tarmac, a plane coasted closer, its nose facing her window. The sun winked off its silver shell, promising her adventure. Freedom. She wondered how it could seem both larger and smaller than she'd expected.
The door to the boarding tunnel opened and a stream of travelers walked through, laughing, talking, smiling, or staring at their phones. They all seemed so relaxed. She checked the time, had no idea what her watch showed, then checked again. Plenty of time to pee before boarding. She grabbed her bag and went to use the restroom.
Holding her hands under the dryer, she let the hot air blow the nervous chill from her fingers. She glanced in the mirror, taking a second to smooth a few stray strands of hair back to her blonde ponytail. The loudspeaker announced boarding for her flight. She gave her reflection a thumbs up and winked. "Here we go."
The line inched forward, and she wondered how obvious it was she'd never flown. Everyone else seemed to have their boarding pass on their phone. She handed her crinkled paper boarding pass to the man at the counter and followed the line of passengers through the doorway.
The hallway leading to the plane shifted slightly, bouncing with the movement of the passengers. The gaudy hotel-esque carpeting only added to her feeling of instability as the line slowly moved along. The flight attendant flashed a huge smile and grasped her elbow as she stepped over the small gap between the floor and the plane. The small gap her mother would surely imagine she was going to fall through, wherein she'd plummet to the pavement below, crack her skull open, and bleed to death.
Megan smiled back at the flight attendant. What a fun job. Always going from one city to the next, never being trapped in one place for too long. She watched the other passengers and followed their lead, finding her seat and carefully stowing her camera bag in the overhead compartment.
Inching across the empty row to the cramped window seat, she found the ends of the seatbelt and fastened it. She took a deep breath, watching as people of all shapes and sizes filled the plane. A woman a few rows back loudly discussed her husband's health-related bedroom shortcomings, while periodically insisting she had to hang up. Somewhere else, an already-cranky baby was wailing. The two seats beside her were occupied.
She watched workers out on the tarmac, driving carts of suitcases, then tossing them onto a conveyor belt leading to the belly of the plane. Workers in neon safety vests waved glowing wands to direct another plane out of its parking space. She watched it roll away and wondered where they were going.
Megan half-expected a loudspeaker announcement, calling her off the plane. She imagined being escorted by an angry flight attendant on a walk of shame past the scowling passengers whose mothers weren't over-involved in their lives. In her dark fantasy, she was frog-marched by security to her waiting parents, her mother sobbing, her father waiting in the car, people pointing and laughing and taking cell phone videos that would go viral. Someone would dash her bag to the floor behind her, breaking her precious equipment, so she'd have no way to make a living, and she'd be evicted from her apartment and forced to move back in with her parents.
Megan shuddered.
Thankfully, the plane door slammed shut, cutting off her overactive imagination. She watched as the pavement slowly started moving. The plane inched further from the terminal, backing out of its parking spot. Her heart pounded. What if it did crash? Just her luck. She finally gets to travel, and ends up splattered on the side of a mountain somewhere.
Stop it.
The speaker above her head crackled. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard flight 479 to Charlotte. We request your full attention as we demonstrate the safety features of this aircraft."
Megan sat in rapt attention. Right. If they landed in the middle of the ocean, she'd be sure to grab her seat cushion. Emergency exits. Restrooms. Drinks. Drinks? Yes, please.
Rubbing her neck, Megan watched the flight attendants buckle themselves into their backward-facing seats. They seemed calm enough, easily conversing with the passengers they were facing. A magazine peeked out of the seat pocket in front of her, so she pulled it out but couldn't focus on the cover.
The intercom dinged, and a voice announced, "Cabin crew, we are next in line for takeoff."
A few minutes later, the plane lurched, then drove leisurely past the airport, around a big loop, then stopped. Megan rolled the magazine up tight, then twisted it around and around in her sweaty hands. Would it be better to stare out the window and see them crash, or have the boring beige seat in front of her be the last thing she ever saw?
Maybe her mother had been right, and she should have –
Whoa. What? The thought instantly calmed the churning in her stomach. Chill out. This is exciting, not scary.
Exciting.
The plane lurched again, then started rolling forward. Faster and faster and faster. The trees lining the fence at the edge of the property blurred and suddenly, with a jump, the pavement fell away. Her stomach protested, twisting in her belly. She clutched the magazine, unable to tear her eyes from the shrinking ground. The plane leaned too far to the left, hiding the ground from her view, then too far to the right, until she was sure something was horribly wrong and they were going to fall sideways from the sky.
After a few nerve-wracking moments, the plane leveled and everything on the ground was in miniature. She wished she'd have thought to pull her camera out of her bag, but she'd been so preoccupied it hadn't occurred to her.
"It never gets old, does it?"
"Excuse me?" Megan turned to the woman beside her, a grandmotherly type. They both had their arms scrunched onto their laps, not wanting to be impolite and hog the sliver of an armrest.
"The view from up here. It still takes my breath away." Her Southern drawl added charm to her words.
Megan smiled at her and nodded. "It's amazing. I... I've never flown before."
The woman's eyebrows rose. "Well, isn't this fun, then? My friends call me Edie, so you can, too." She smiled warmly.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Megan."
"What's got you on a plane for the first time, Megan?"
"My cousin's wedding. Sort of. Apparently she called it off at the last minute. The wedding is – was – supposed to be on a cruise ship." She felt weird saying it out loud, like it was some kind of juicy gossip. She'd been so focused on getting away from home she hadn't thought much about the actual canceled wedding.
"Cruises are wonderful. A shame about the wedding, though. Were you to be her maid of honor?"
"Photographer."
"You take pictures for a living?"
Megan nodded. "Yeah, weddings, babies, family portraits... those sorts of things."
"But?" Edie was studying her face like she could see straight into Megan's soul.
"I'd like to be a travel photographer. I'd love to take pictures of the Great Pyramid or an active volcano or a Samoan tribal dance."
"But you don't travel?"
"I know. It's stupid." Megan felt the heat rising on her cheeks, embarrassed, feeling like a fraud. Or a naïve little girl saying she wanted to be a princess when she grew up.
Edie reached over and patted her hand. "Don't ever call your dreams stupid, Megan. Dreams are living, breathing things. You have to nurture them. Care for them. If you don't, they wither and die."
"Did you follow your dreams?" For a second, she thought the question might have been too personal, but Edie's warm brown eyes crinkled as she smiled.
"Sure did. I always wanted to be a nurse. But right after high school, I got married and had six wonderful children, one right after the other. I didn't have time to breathe, let alone think about schooling for myself. One day, my precious husband, God rest his soul, handed me a college catalog and told me it was time. It took a while, but I was the first person in my whole family to ever get a college degree." Edie laughed. "One year before my eldest daughter got hers."
"How wonderful. Your family must be so proud of you."
"They sure are."
Megan turned back to the window and gasped.
Beside her, Edie chuckled softly. "It's incredible, isn't it? Seeing the clouds from this side?"
"I've never seen anything so beautiful." Megan touched her fingertips to her window, as though she could reach outside and touch the cotton candy skies. The mountains of white puffs stretched out, beyond her vision, creating a floor under a perfectly brilliant blue sky.
She took some pictures with her phone, wanting to remember these first impressions. She'd definitely be pulling her camera out of her bag during her layover.
The intercom crackled. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Charlotte. We'll be landing in about five minutes. Local time is eleven-oh-five. Temperature on the ground is seventy-four degrees. Thank you for flying with us, we hope you enjoy the rest of your day."
The flight attendants hustled down the aisle, collecting used cups and empty soda cans, and checking on seatbelts before buckling themselves.
Megan swallowed hard as the plane leaned and seemed to drop straight down. She clutched the armrests and watched the ground rush closer and closer. Her heart raced. There was no way they'd stop before diving straight into the earth. The wheels made contact with the asphalt, jolting the passengers in their seats. The scenery streamed by. She dug her toes into the squishy foam of her sneakers, as if she could drag the plane to a stop.
The plane finally rolled to a speed that wasn't panic-inducing, and Megan released the breath she'd been holding.
Edie patted her arm. "You did great."
When the plane finally stopped at the terminal, the passengers stood, pulling bags out of the overheads and crowding the aisle. The interior of the plane became uncomfortably warm, and the man behind her kept bumping her seat. The baby in the back resumed his crying. When the aisle cleared, she stood and helped Edie retrieve her bag from the overhead.
The older woman gave her a hug. "You take care of those dreams, now."
"I will. I promise." Megan pulled her camera bag out of the compartment. She slung it over her shoulder and made it a promise, too.
They were going to see the world.
Chapter 2
Once she left the hallway and entered the building, Megan stepped out of the line of traffic to check her boarding pass.
"Megan? Meeeeeeeegaaannnnn, ohmygosh, hey, Meg. Megmegmeg."
Megan's eyes widened, and she looked around, cautious and curious. "Eric. What are you doing here? I thought the wedd- um, I... I thought you weren't going to be here."
"Pfffffft," he rolled his bloodshot eyes. "She isn't here. I'm here." He pointed to the ground. "Right. Here. Me. I'm here."
"I see." She took his arm and pulled him down the hallway. "Have you had a lot to drink?"
"Let's see." He wiggled his fingers in front of his face. "I think four. One... two... three... four... Huh. Nope, musta been more, cuz' they're teeny." He held his index finger and thumb about an inch apart. "Teeeeeeeny tiny. Maybe eight."
"Okay. Let's see where you need to be, okay?"
"Mmmmmmmmeg. Meg. In. The photo graffer." He squeezed one eye shut and mimed taking a picture. "Photo-graffer Meg. In."
"Yep, that's me." She steered him toward a nearby coffee shop and claimed an empty table. "Let's get you a cup of coffee."
Eric slumped down onto the chair and unceremoniously dropped his bag at his feet.
"Sit. Stay. I'll be right back." Megan ordered him the largest black coffee they had. When she returned to the table, she set it front of him, then pulled the lid off her tea and dumped creamer in.
"Hey thanks. Whaddo I owe you?" He reached for his pocket, his arm swinging wide.
She grabbed his hand and pulled it back toward the table before he flailed into someone. "Don't worry about it. What's your next flight?"
"Geez, I don't know."
"Where's your boarding pass?"
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and flopped it on the table. "Guess in there somewhere, huh?"
Megan shook her head. "Drink your coffee."
"It's hot."
"Then pull up your boarding pass."
He squinted at the phone and poked at it, eventually finding his pass and showing it to her. They were on the same flight to Orlando. "I gotta pee."
