Can missing a fatal flight be the wake up call Harrison needs?
When Harrison Kelley is banned from getting on Flight HA1710, it seems to be the perfect ending to a crappy couple of days. Not only did he wreck a wedding, but he’s drunk way too much and been on the receiving end of the groom’s brother’s fists. Being escorted out of the airport by security was just the icing on the wedding cake.Elijah Pettifer has lusted after Harrison from afar for years but Harrison never sees him as anything more than a friend. If he ever saw him at all. While attempting to defend what little honor Harrison has left, Elijah gets caught up in the wave of chaos surrounding his teenage crush. But missing his flight home because of Harrison’s mess might just be the luckiest thing to ever happen to him.With a 24 hour ban imposed by the airport, and having only each other for company, the two men grow closer. But will the fate of the airplane they should have been on be the push Harrison needs to walk away from the toxic relationship of his past? And can Elijah make Harrison see exactly what he’s been missing out on because of it?
Flight HA1710 series
- Book 1 – Retrograde, RJ Scott
- Book 2 – Velocity, Sara York
- Book 3 – Flashbulb, Clare London
- Book 4 – Fallout, Meredith Russell
- Book 5 – Aviophobia, Serena Yates
- Book 6 – Fracture, Amber Kell
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Harrison downed the shot of bourbon and slid the glass across the bar. He glanced at his cell phone as the screen lit up. With a sigh, he spun the phone around and read the message. Throughout the day, Elijah had sent him a series of messages. Where was he? What was he doing? Was he okay?
Can’t a guy drown his sorrows in peace?
He sighed when his cell vibrated and Elijah’s name flashed up. The phone danced across the top of the bar. Harrison watched it for a moment.
Leave me alone.
He picked up his phone and canceled the call.
“Wow, that’s kind of rude. Just so you know.”
Harrison checked over his shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you.” Elijah took the stool beside him and rested his folded arms on the edge of the bar.
“How did you find me?”
Elijah shot him a disapproving look as he glanced at the empty glass. “The one text message you did reply to said you were coming to the airport. So I thought to myself where would I go if I wanted to be away from people and wallow in my own self-pity?” He scratched behind his ear and his tone softened. “This was the first bar I looked in.”
“You shouldn’t have bothered.” He didn’t understand why Elijah cared so damn much.
“Maybe.” Elijah sat upright on the stool. “I just wanted to check you were okay. After everything that happened.”
Harrison shrugged. “I’m fine. I just figured it was best to give everybody their space.”
“You mean Kevin?” There was a flash of something in Elijah’s eyes as he said Kevin’s name. Was that a warning?
Antony’s brother was a few years older than Antony and his friends. He was fiercely protective of his family, and always seemed to have something to prove.
“I’m not scared of him,” Harrison said harshly.
Elijah rested his head in his hand and looked thoughtfully at Harrison. “I didn’t say you were.” His voice was calm but firm. “But I understand you not wanting to get into an argument.” He spun Harrison’s phone around, lighting the screen as he checked the time. “How about we go and get you a coffee? Sober you up a little? Plus we can talk.”
A coffee sounded like a good idea. He’d been in and out of bars all afternoon. “Okay.”
Elijah patted his shoulder in encouragement. “Come on.”
Reluctantly, Harrison slid off his stool. He held the side of the bar to regain his balance, before picking up his flight bag and swinging it over his shoulder.
“Okay?” Elijah checked.
Harrison nodded. He was fine. Nothing a coffee wouldn’t straighten out.
Reassured, Elijah led the way, and Harrison followed. He had foolishly thought himself better off alone, but seeing Elijah now, he realized that was what he’d really needed—a friend.
As they stepped outside the bar, Harrison squinted against the bright lights. With a sigh, he looked up at the glass ceiling and appreciated the sudden feeling of space. Movement caught his eye to the right of him, and he was surprised by a group of people closing in, led at the front by Kevin.
“You stupid asshole.”
“Crap,” Harrison cursed under his breath and scooted a couple of steps back when Elijah and another blocked Kevin’s reach.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Just leave it.” Kevin’s wife was at his side, pulling at the sleeve of his t-shirt.
Harrison raised his hands. “I’m sorry, okay? What else do you want from me?”
Kevin made to grab for Harrison again, but was pushed back by Elijah and the others. “You couldn’t see him happy, could you? Had to worm your way back in and confuse him all over again?”
“You think Antony was confused?” Elijah shook his head in disbelief. Antony was anything but confused about who he was or what he had done. “It takes two to tango last I heard,” he pointed out.
Disappointment pressed on his chest when he heard Elijah. For some reason he wasn’t entirely sure of, he didn’t want Elijah to think badly of him. So, even Elijah thought they’d had sex?
It seemed Kevin’s determination to reach Harrison faltered, and he took a step back, putting space between him and the men holding him back. “Oh, so you and him now is it?” He waved a finger between Elijah and Harrison. “You’ve been defending him all day.”
Elijah? Defending me?
“And you’ve been making out he’s the only one at fault.”
Kevin lurched at him. “He got inside Antony’s head. I know he did. Antony told me. He was drunk, wasn’t he? You took advantage.”
“So, what are you saying?” Elijah folded his arms and stood tall. “That Harrison lured Antony to his room? Made him gay for a night?”
Harrison ran his hands through his hair. Kevin was wrong. It wasn’t Harrison who had gotten into Antony’s head. It was Antony who was in Harrison’s, had been for years.
“Leave it Elijah,” he said. He couldn’t let Elijah take the brunt of Kevin’s anger.
“You need to face facts,” Elijah said. “It doesn’t matter if Antony slept with a man, a woman, animal, or fauna. What it comes down to is your brother is a sleazeball and a cheat. Screwing an old fling the night before his wedding makes him anything but the innocent party in all of this.”
Elijah’s words seemed to hit home, when Kevin straightened up. He looked at Elijah, clearly taken aback that Elijah had stood up to him, and he wasn’t alone.
Harrison looked from Elijah to Kevin. He felt pathetic, spineless. Elijah shouldn’t be fighting his battles for him. He met Kevin’s eyes. Anger still flickered beneath their cool grey surface. Maybe he should tell the truth, speak up? But was it really any better that he hadn’t had sex with Antony? There were plenty of times it had happened. No, there was nothing more he could or wanted to say. He wouldn’t keep apologizing for something he hadn’t actually done. So he didn’t even try. Instead, he walked away.
He guessed it was Elijah who called his name, but Harrison didn’t stop to find out if he was right. He walked the length of stores, bars, and restaurants, stopping when he spied the only solution he knew to his problems.
About the Author
Meredith Russell lives in the heart of England. An avid fan of many story genres, she enjoys nothing less than a happy ending. She believes in heroes and romance and strives to reflect this in her writing. Sharing her imagination and passion for stories and characters is a dream Meredith is excited to turn into reality.