“Thank you for this,” Clara said. “I couldn’t have managed all of this without you.”
“De rien, ma chère,” Evelyn answered.
She peered into those deep-green eyes and was tempted to stay. That the feeling was mutual made it worse. They remained like that for several heartbeats before closing the distance between them and falling into an embrace. While their tongues danced, the fires of their desires glowed white hot.
“Miss Grey,” the flight attendant said.
Alas, time could not be ignored, but their hands were interlocked a moment longer. Clara wanted more, but there was no time.