We'd better take our seats - Stephan will be taking off shortly." He offers me his hand and together we walk back into the cabin.
Elliot cheers as we enter. "That sure was speedy in-flight service!"
he calls mockingly.
Christian ignores him.
"Please be seated, ladies and gentlemen, as we'll shortly begin taxiing for takeoff." Stephan's voice echoes calmly and authoritatively around the cabin. The brunette woman - um . . . Natalie? - who was on the flight for our wedding night appears from the galley and gathers up the discarded coffee cups. Natalia . . . Her name's Natalia.
"Good morning Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey," she says with a purr. Why does she make me uncomfortable? Maybe it's that she's a brunette. By his own admission, Christian doesn't usually employ brunettes because he finds them attractive. He gives Natalia a polite smile as he slides in behind the table and sits down facing Elliot and Kate. I swiftly hug Kate and Mia and give Ethan and Elliot a wave before sitting down and buckling up beside Christian. He puts his hand on my knee and gives it an affectionate squeeze. He seems relaxed and happy, even though we're in company. Idly, I wonder why he can't always be like this - not controlling at all.
"Hope you packed your hiking boots," he says, his voice warm.
"We're not going skiing?"
"That would be a challenge, in August," he says, amused. Oh - of course.
"Do you ski, Ana?" Elliot interrupts us.
"No."
Christian moves his hand from my knee to clasp my hand.
"I'm sure my little brother can teach you." Elliot winks at me. "He's pretty fast on the slopes, too."
And I can't help my blush. When I glance up at Christian, he's gazing impassively at Elliot, but I think he's trying to suppress his mirth. The plane surges forward and starts taxiing toward the runway. Efficiently, Natalia runs through the plane's safety procedures in a clear, ringing voice. She's dressed in a neat navy short-sleeved shirt and matching pencil skirt. Her makeup is immaculate - she really is quite pretty. My subconscious raises a plucked-to-within-an-inch-of-itslife eyebrow at me.
"You okay?" Kate asks me pointedly. "I mean, following the Hyde business?"
I nod. I don't want to think or talk about Hyde, but Kate seems to have other plans.
"So why did he go postal?" she asks, cutting to the heart of the matter in her inimitable style. She tosses her hair behind her as she prepares to investigate the matter.
Eyeing her coolly, Christian shrugs. "I fired his ass," he says bluntly.
"Oh? Why?" Kate tilts her head to one side, and I know she's in full Nancy Drew mode.
"He made at pass at me," I mutter. I try to kick Kate's ankle beneath the table, and miss. Shit!
"When?" Kate glares at me.
"Ages ago."
"You never told me he made a pass at you!" she splutters. I shrug, apologetically.
"It can't just be a grudge about that, surely. I mean his reaction is way too extreme," Kate continues, but now she directs her questions at Christian. "Is he mentally stable? What about all the information he has on you Greys?" Her grilling Christian this way makes my hackles rise, but she's already established I know nothing so she can't ask me. The thought is annoying.
"We think there's a connection with Detroit," Christian says mildly. Too mildly. Oh no, Kate - please give it up for now.
"Hyde is from Detroit, too?"
Christian nods.
The plane accelerates, and I tighten my grip on Christian's hand. He glances at me reassuringly. He knows I hate takeoffs and landings. He squeezes my hand and his thumb strokes my knuckles, calming me.
"What do you know about him?" Elliot asks, oblivious to the fact we are hurtling down the runway in a small jet about to launch itself into the sky, and equally oblivious to Christian's growing exasperation with Kate. Kate leans forward, listening attentively.
"This is off the record," Christian says directly to her. Kate's mouth sets in a subtle but thin line. I swallow. Oh shit.
"We know a little about him," Christian continues. "His dad died in a brawl in a bar. His mother drank herself into oblivion. He was in and out of foster homes as a kid; in and out of trouble, too - mainly boosting cars. Spent time in juvie. His mom got back on track through some outreach program, and Hyde turned himself around. Won a scholarship to Princeton."
"Princeton?" Kate's curiosity is piqued.
"Yep. He's a bright boy." Christian shrugs.
"Not that bright. He got caught," Elliot mutters.
"But surely he