Incognito
This summer
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our premiere service between Los Angeles and New York. While we're preparing for take-off, your flight attendants will be serving beverages. Our scheduled departure of 9:30 p.m. has been pushed back twenty minutes, but the captain assures us that we will be arriving in New York right on time."
The bell dinged and Lily pinched her eyes shut, her white-knuckled hands clutching at the arms of her seat. This was the part she always hated, the waiting, the time between the moment she strapped herself in and the moment the jet lifted off the ground.
Though she'd nearly conquered her aversion to flying about a year ago, her trip to Paris with Miranda had renewed every fear and then doubled it. They'd lost an engine somewhere over the Atlantic and had been forced to make an emergency landing in Ireland. Lily had refused to get back on the plane and had taken a combination of boats and trains to Paris. When it came time to go home, she'd returned home the same way— the QE II across the Atlantic followed by a cross-country train trip. Since then, she'd refused to get on a plane.
She glanced down at the self-help bo ... read full excerpt from Incognito ebook
