Book of Luke (Book 2) by Chrissy Favreau Page A

okay.”
    Dad nodded. “I appreciate it, Burke. I will
call you to check on her, then.”
    Burke nodded. “Anytime, Paul, anytime.” He
kissed his wife. “See you in a few days, yes, Gwen?”
    Mrs. Jacobson nodded and wiped her eyes. She
waved as we stepped in line to go through screening.
    Luke gripped my waist and glanced back at my
parents. I was elated . Nothing could describe how I felt at
that moment—free? Adventurous? Unable to believe it was
happening?
    Unwilling to ever return?
    “Lukasz,” Burke lectured, slapping Luke’s
arm. “Keep your hands to yourself until we are out of her father’s
view, yes? We don’t want the man to have a heart attack.”
    Luke let go of me, peeking back at my dad.
“Sorry, Burke.”
    “Your dad hates me,” Luke mumbled with a
glance and a shy smile.
    “No,” I said. “I think he’s mostly just
paranoid.”
    He squeezed my hand tighter, leaned into my
ear and breathed, “About stuff that’s already happened?”
    I chuckled. “Yeah!”
    “I take it you still didn’t tell him we’re
moving in together.”
    “Not yet.”
    “Can’t imagine what his reaction to that will be; this is just five days.” His eyes
rolled down my body and he licked his lips. “You look amazing.”
    I blushed. “Thanks. You, too.” As
always.
    Luke grinned and walked through the metal
detector. I followed him.
    Burke grabbed our carry-on bags and we
checked our luggage.
    “Adonia, are you okay?” Burke asked as we
waited in line to board.
    “Never been better,” I said, although I felt
a bit nervous. It just sunk in that I’d be traveling halfway around
the world, without speaking a word of anything but English.
    As we boarded the plane, the flight
attendant checking tickets also checked out my boyfriend. No
surprise.
    To my delight, our seats were in back of
first class—and comfy black leather—three rows behind Burke’s. I
got the window seat!
    I sat in it anxiously and gazed at the
mountain range outside the window.
    Luke sat beside me and buckled his belt.
“You look a bit antsy,” he noted.
    I looked at him. “I just can’t believe I’m
here!”
    He grinned. “Well I’ve done this a lot.” Our
eyes brushed. “Travel, I mean. To me it’s just another trip, except
with a beautiful girl.” He leaned back in his seat. “And a really
cool stepdad.”
    I breathed deeply. “So we’re going to
Zurich?”
    He nodded. “Then it’s about 120 miles to
this place in Crans-Montana.” He leaned into my ear. “The hotel is
awesome.”
    I grew even more excited, if that’s even
possible. “You’ve stayed there before?”
    “Yup.”
    I fell silent, and he looked at me. Then, as
if he’d read my mind, he added,
    “When I stayed at the resort, I stayed
alone. Even the time my Dad went, he got me my own room in case he
met a lady.”
    “And he did?” I expected.
    Luke pursed his lips. “Yeah.”
    I laughed. “I can easily believe that.”
    He took my hand just as the seatbelt light
came on at the front of the plane. Everyone started buckling up.
“It’s one of the few times we went skiing together, and he barely
even skied.”
    I squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry.”
    He shrugged. After a thoughtful moment, he
wrapped an arm around my neck. “It’s okay. Now I get to go with
you, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather go with.”
    I rested my head on his shoulder. He smelled
seriously freakin’ delicious.
    “Did you ever go with friends?”
    “Sure,” he breathed, resting his head
against mine. “I usually stayed with their grandparents when I did.
It felt nice to have a real family for a while.”
    The flight attendant gave instructions on
use of the oxygen masks, and before long we were taking off. My
breath stopped as the plane glided along the runway. I felt a rush
of emotion, namely excitement and fear. Excitement because I was
leaving with him ; fear because we might crash to our
deaths.
    That would ruin my vacation.
    “Care for a drink?” a