“ “I still don’t know why we couldn’t just ride the tour bus to Vegas. We don’t need to be there for a couple more days,” Melody griped, feeling a million shades paler and a tad bit greener than her typically fair complexion. Nowhere in her contract did it say anything about flying on small, private planes. No, she would’ve remembered that. It would’ve been a deal breaker for sure. The seat beneath her shuddered as turbulence shook the plane with an ang...ry fist, the motion making her stomach heave. Melody sucked in a sharp breath and white-knuckled the armrest next to her. She hated flying. If the good Lord intended for man to fly, he’d have given him wings. Jackson chuckled and covered her tense hand with his own. “Oh, come on, Mel. You can’t be afraid of a little turbulence.” “Turbulence isn’t the issue, J,” Melody snapped.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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