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“
How
long
will
the
flight
be
?
”
I
manage
breathlessly
.
I
wasn
’
t
thinking
about
sex
at
all
,
no
,
no
way
.
“
Less
than
an
hour
—
the
wind
is
in
our
favor
.
”
Hmm
,
less
than
an
hour
to
Seattle
…
that
’
s
not
bad
going
.
No
wonder
we
’
re
flying
.
I
have
less
than
an
hour
before
the
big
reveal
.
All
the
muscles
clench
deep
in
my
belly
.
I
have
a
serious
case
of
butterflies
.
They
are
flourishing
in
my
stomach
.
Holy
shit
,
what
has
he
got
in
store
for
me
?
“
You
okay
,
Anastasia
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
My
answer
is
short
,
clipped
,
squeezed
out
through
my
nerves
.
I
think
he
smiles
,
but
it
’
s
difficult
to
tell
in
the
darkness
.
Christian
flicks
yet
another
switch
.
“
PDX
,
this
is
Charlie
Tango
now
at
one
four
thousand
,
over
.
”
He
exchanges
information
with
air
traffic
control
.
It
all
sounds
very
professional
to
me
.
I
think
we
’
re
moving
from
Portland
’
s
airspace
to
Seattle
International
Airport
’
s
.
“
Understood
,
Sea
-
Tac
,
standing
by
,
over
and
out
.
”
“
Look
,
over
there
.
”
He
points
to
a
small
pinpoint
of
light
in
the
far
distance
.
“
That
’
s
Seattle
.
”
