Last Flight

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  Last Flight

  Blurb

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

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  All characters in this book are over the age of 18.

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  Last Flight

  A Sports Romance Story

  By Amber Heart

  I’ve just had a baby and you want to fly me to England?

  Emilia Ford and Logan Evans meet on a flight that will change their lives forever.

  Emilia has been asked to move to England, with her son, to write for a magazine. It’s not what she wants, not with a baby so young.

  Logan is finally moving back to England. He’s got over his heartbreak in America. It was time he returned and looked after his responsibilities.

  When they meet on the flight - sparks fly. Especially when he offers her accommodation and a welcoming home when her hotel booking fails.

  Despite growing feelings, Emilia is only here for six months. She cannot make a commitment to him. He deserves better. He assures her they’ll be fine - even with the threat of Robbie’s father wanting custody.

  Logan is not keen to discuss his past, especially when Emilia finds something she shouldn’t.

  How will the two fare in the short six months they have together? Will the every day stresses of life be too much for them? Or will they push through?

  Last Flight is a standalone sports romance with a very HEA.

  Prologue

  This was perfect. Just perfect. Not only did Emilia have a six-month-old baby boy, and an intense job that took up far too much of her time, her boss, the asshole, was now sending her to work in England for six months. As if she had the energy to do that.

  Emilia Ford was a columnist for a small magazine in New York. Her work entailed talking about her previous life experiences. Growing up in care, being a runaway, then raising a child on her own certainly made for an interesting read – many New Yorkers thought so at least. She also wrote about lighter subjects, reviewing movies and books, the places she had travelled, and tips for raising a baby in the busy city that was New York.

  She mainly worked from home as it helped her with childcare, but it often got lonely, so occasionally she ventured out for interviews which Anthony, her boss, would find for her. Either that, or she went to the office and took Robbie with her. Everyone doted on him, so she never felt uncomfortable taking him.

  Robbie was the love of her life, though she had had her doubts about being able to raise him alone. Her apartment wasn’t in the best part of town, her wage was just enough to sustain them, but there were days when she would have to use blankets rather than the heating, or walk to work instead of using the subway, but all in all, she couldn’t complain.

  Adoption had been an option, one that many people had pushed her towards. What the hell did they know? It was all the people who thought they knew better, which made her decide she really wanted to raise this baby. Even when the going got tough.

  However, going to England for six months was a big ask. She pulled out her cell and dialed Anthony’s number.

  ‘Hello? Emilia? Is everything alright?’

  ‘No, Anthony. You can’t honestly expect me to go to England, can you? What about Robbie?’ She stressed.

  ‘I understand you’re upset, Em-’

  ‘No, you don’t. I have a young baby, I’ve just got settled with him in New York after months of screaming and keeping me up all night, and now, I have to relocate. To a different country!’

  ‘I thought you would be happy about this. I thought you would want to get away. To forget about Daniel and your past. I thought this would be a great opportunity for you, and Robbie.’

  ‘Don’t you dare mention either of those names to me. What would have been good, Anthony, is asking me first.’ She spat. It wasn’t that Emilia didn’t like her boss. She did. She really did. He was great with Robbie and patient with her when she didn’t quite get things in on time, but sometimes, he just didn’t think.

  ‘I know, and I’m sorry. This job is really good for you. It’s more money, a fresh start for six months, the hotel is paid for, and we will pay for all of Robbie’s childcare.’ She could tell he was really trying to talk her into this. He clearly thought this was a good opportunity, and it could be good.

  ‘When would the flight be?'

  ‘In two months. I only expect one column a week until you go, get your affairs in order and appreciate that this could be a great opportunity for you.’ Jesus, she thought. He’s really trying to make this sound like a pot of gold, but Emilia had never even left the country before.

  ‘Fine. I will accept the job. How much am I expected to work when I get there?’ She asked.

  ‘I want three columns a week about life in England, their food, sport, music. Anything that might grab our audience’s attention, and well, since we’re a women’s magazine, maybe a little about them hunky British men and their smooth accents.’ She grinned at that, not that anyone would be interested in her.

  ‘So, I take it I’m moving to London?’ She had to admit, that sounded rather exciting. The West End, Big Ben, fish and chips, and Anthony was right, that amazing accent. Maybe a fresh start wasn’t so bad.

  ‘Yes, of course. However, it is expected that you would visit other places. The different cities. Then maybe try Scotland or Wales. Whatever you want to do, we will fund it.’

  ‘Well, I guess I better start preparing. I’ll see you later.’

  ‘Bye, Em.’

  Emilia hung up the phone, what the hell was about to happen? This was about to be a hell of a journey…

  Chapter One

  Two months had finally arrived.

  Emilia was waiting for her flight to London. She had researched a little about England and learned a lot more than she expected. Soccer, or football, was their most popular sport, but she was there whilst Wimbledon was on. That was exciting, as she enjoyed watching tennis, more than soccer anyway. She also discovered that there was a lot of differences between the North and the South, and there was more than one British accent.

  Emil
ia had Robbie on her knee who was getting quite restless. Eight hours on a flight with an eight-month-old was not Emilia’s ideal day. Far from it. She had tried to tire him out as much as possible, but she had to make a lot of last minute checks. Did she have the passports? What was her hotel called? She hoped he was not on the verge on a tantrum, that wouldn’t make her very popular on the flight. Robbie spat out his pacifier onto the floor, then his bottom lip started to quiver.

  ‘Oh, Robbie.’ Emilia had less patience than usual as she hadn’t slept well the night before and was worried about being completely alone in a new country with a baby. ‘Please be good for mommy.’ An old woman picked up Robbie’s pacifier and passed it to her. ‘Thank you so much.’ She placed it into her bag for cleaning later and found him a new one. ‘We have a long flight, but we just have to be patient. Okay?’ She kissed his forehead and snuggled him into her arms. Thankfully he was settling down.

  Logan Evans was nervous to say the least. He always hated flying especially at night, so an eight-hour flight from New York to London was not his cup of tea. He was finally leaving America for good. He had experienced living abroad and had dealt with his misfortunes, but now it was his job to be where his family needed him. Even if his family was very small. He had an aunt with Alzheimer’s, a brother in the navy, his sister-in-law – the mother of his nephew and niece. He was extremely excited to see them after so long.

  The queue for boarding the plane was huge. He had his music, his book, and some films on his iPad. He could it through eight hours of hell. He hoped. He heard a speaker ask for babies and children for priority boarding, seeing the array of toddlers made him miss his niece and nephew more. He couldn’t wait to see them. The youngest he spotted was a baby with his mom. Though she herself seemed quite young, and beautiful, he noticed. Wavy, blonde hair with a special smile reserved only for her son. Where was his dad? He wondered. Anything to take his mind off the flight.

  Emilia had bought two seats for Robbie and her, a window and the middle. She hoped someone nice had bought the aisle. She didn’t want some creep sitting next to her, especially since she was still breastfeeding. She had had trouble with it in the past. Rude and inconsiderate people complaining to her that it was rude of her. Rude to feed her baby? She could only hope for the best. That elderly woman would be a nice choice.

  Logan searched for his seat. He had booked an aisle. He didn’t need a window to remind him he was in the air, where he could possibly plummet to his death. He reached his seat which revealed he was sat next to the blonde and her baby. The mother was sitting in the middle seat with her baby on her knee and a bag on his seat.

  ‘Urm, excuse me, love. Sorry to disturb you.’ He scratched his neck nervously. ‘But I think this is my seat.’

  ‘Oh, no. I must apologize. I’ll just move it.’ The woman frantically moved her bag and placed it on the window seat. ‘Babies have so much stuff for something so small.’ She smiled, looking up at him, but something in her faltered.

  ‘I’m afraid they do. My nephew and niece have their fair share.’ He chuckled to himself. ‘Thank you for freeing up my seat.’

  ‘It was my pleasure. I hope you don’t mind sitting next to an eight-month old for eight hours. Sorry for any future inconvenience.’ She smiled. Logan decided that he very much liked her smile, especially when he was the one to make her do it. It was bright, but something in her eyes said otherwise. Maybe he was being ridiculous. Maybe he was just trying to see himself in her. Maybe she was as guarded as he was.

  The man who asked for his seat took Emilia completely by surprise. He was dark haired, with piercing blue eyes, that she knew just broke thousands of women’s hearts, and to top it all off a light scruff dusted his face. Handsome by all accounts, drop dead gorgeous in fact, but Emilia didn’t have time for that. She had moved her stuff for him and he placed himself beside her. She smiled brightly for him though she wasn’t sure why. He mentioned his niece and nephew and he seemed to light up himself. It was nice, knowing he had a family to love. He seemed the type to deserve one, but she could tell his life hadn’t always been so easy. It was in his eyes.

  ‘There’s no need to apologize, love. I know how they can be.’ She didn’t usually appreciate pet names, but usually because they were of a condescending nature. For him, it seemed natural. It just rolled off his tongue, particularly because of his English accent. Was he visiting America and retuning home? How she wished she was at home, tucked up in bed reading Robbie a story. However, meeting such a nice stranger, it made her feel hopeful for her adventure in England.

  ‘Have you been to England before?’ He asked, keen to break the ice.

  ‘No, I haven’t. Never been out of America. I’ve flown a lot though, for work.’ She smiled.

  ‘So, what’s made you decide to pack up life in New York and head to the land of great fish and chips?’ He grinned, leaning in a little.

  ‘Work. It’s all I seem to do. That, and look after this little guy. It’s been ages since I’ve had some time to myself. I’m only here for six months though. Have you been on holiday here?’

  ‘No, I lived here for three years for a change, but it’s time I went home. Got some people who need me.’

  ‘A nephew and niece?’

  He nodded, ‘Aye. James is ten, and Ellie is seven. I also have a silly mutt at home who I had to leave with my brother.’

  ‘You must be a proud uncle. They sound delightful, as does your dog.’ She smiled. Robbie looked up at Logan and smiled.

  ‘Hello.’ He put on a quieter voice and gave Robbie his finger. ‘I’m Logan Evans. It’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?’ He smiled. Robbie made noises at him but nothing understandable.

  ‘Robbie. I think he means.’ Beamed Emilia.

  ‘Wow! Hello, Robbie. That’s a great name. What’s your mummy’s name?’ Again, more noises, but Robbie still had hold of his finger. ‘I really don’t think your lovely mummy is called Eyaahhhh.’ He chuckled.

  ‘It’s Emilia. Emilia Ford.’ She had a slight blush on her cheeks. He was definitely charming.

  ‘Oh, not far off then. Well done, lad.’ He put his thumb up at the boy who copied him in turn. Logan turned to her and put out a hand. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Ford.’

  ‘You too, Evans.’ The plane rumbled to a start. Immediately, Logan grabbed his arm rests. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

  ‘Aye, love. Just a bit scared of flying, that’s all. I’d prefer to sail.’

  ‘I fear that would take a while.’ She chuckled.

  ‘Worth it.’ A bead of sweat dripped down his face. ‘I’ll be fine when we get in the air. It’s the take-off and landing that gets me most.’

  As they approached the runway, Logan was extremely quiet. His knuckles were white from gripping the armrests and his breathing was irregular. Emilia had no idea how to calm a nervous flier, but Robbie was being as good as gold. The plane’s speed was increasing and eventually they had lifted off. As the plane banked around, Logan closed his eyes.

  ‘It’s okay.’ Smiled Emilia, placing her hand on his arm. ‘They don’t let just anybody fly a plane.’

  ‘Thanks.’ He wasn’t sure if he was more nervous because of Emilia’s hand or the flying, but a pleasant shiver ran through him, indicating it was the former.

  When the plane levelled out, the seatbelt sign turned off and people started to pull down their trays and go to the toilet. Logan had calmed down and Robbie was looking at him with a big smile.

  ‘Hey, little man. You’re much braver than me.’ He chuckled.

  Robbie looked up at his mother. ‘M-m-mam-ma.’ Emilia’s eyes widened, and a huge grin spread across her face. Was that his first word? She couldn’t believe it. He was growing so quickly. It seemed like only yesterday he was two lines on a pregnancy test, and she was terrified. This made it all worth it.

  ‘What did you say? Is that Mama? Can you say it again? Ma-ma?’

  ‘M-ma-ma.’

  ‘Robbie, y
ou’re so clever!’ She smiled, lifting him into the air and back down smothering him with kisses. ‘You’re first word!’ Logan was grinning beside them. It was a lovely moment to witness, but he felt as though he was intruding. That was until Emilia gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. A feeling he had not felt in a very long time struck him. Though this time, he didn’t feel panic with it. Just sadness. He was never going to see this woman again.

  ‘Wow, he’s a clever lad. I bet you’re a proud mum.’ He winked, catching her blush once more.

  ‘I am. Wow, his first word. I’m lost for words myself. Would you mind taking a picture?’ Logan smiled and took a picture of the two on her phone. Robbie was looking at the camera chewing his foot, but Emilia was staring in awe at her son.

  ‘Beautiful, love.’

  Two hours into the flight, Robbie had started playing up. He decided that if he can’t sleep, then neither could the rest of the plane. He was screaming and crying, they were getting dirty looks from some of the passengers, but she didn’t care.

  ‘Hey, baby. Shh, shh. Be a good boy.’ Robbie was having none of it. She noticed Logan rummaging in his bag and he pulled out a dinosaur teddy.

  ‘This was for James, but he doesn’t need to know. He has plenty more presents.’ Logan put the teddy in front of Robbie and started making silly dinosaur noises. He immediately quietened down and was watching the show in front of him. He started giggling and squirming about, a far better sight and sound.

  ‘You don’t have to give it him, he has plenty of toys.’

  ‘No, I want to. Kindness of a stranger.’ He passed Robbie the toy and he hugged it tight. A bubble of pride swelled in his chest. He had managed to get the baby to calm down, and even laugh. Then it struck him, he missed his family so much. All he wanted was to see them.