His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 356 Frequent Flyers

Ella

The buzzing of the airport around me felt as if it was compounding my already mounting stress.

I always hated airports. To me, they were nothing but anxiety-inducing cacophonies of shuffling feet, murmured conversations, and the repetitive announcements coming through the loudspeakers.

Like a caged animal, I paced back and forth in the lobby, my eyes flicking every few seconds to the large digital clock overhead. The numbers shifted relentlessly: 9:22 a.m.

Logan was late. We were going to be late. Everything felt late, and everything would be ruined. I’d have to cancel my trip to visit my parents. I’d lose my money on my tickets. All of this stress would be for nothing.

I ran my hand through my hair, exhaling deeply. My anxiety manifested itself as a dull ache in my temples. My phone buzzed with a new message. It was from work, a new email needing my attention. Perfect timing. I sighed and began typing a response when a hand softly touched my shoulder.

“You’re late,” I said instantly, cutting him off before he even had the chance to utter a greeting. The words came out sharper than I intended, but my anxiety was causing me to teeter precariously between moderate annoyance and losing all sense of self-control

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but also a touch bewildered. “Late? Our flight’s not till 10:30, Ella. It’s only 9:23. Why are you in such a rush?”

I felt a surge of exasperation mix with my relief at seeing him. “Because, Logan, we still need to check in, drop off our luggage, get through TSA, and find our terminal. And god knows how long security lines could be. There could be delays! We could miss-”

He laughed. He actually laughed, as if the airport wasn’t a horrific maze of one confusing terminal after the other, frantic travelers, and impatient flight attendants. “Wow, I had no idea you were such a nervous traveler,” he teased.

I crossed my arms defensively. “I’m not nervous. I’m just realistic.”

Logan’s mouth curved upwards into that playful smirk that I had grown all too familiar with. I hadn’t seen it since right before he broke that guy’s nose at the race a week prior, but it was just as I remembered it. “Sure,” he said. “Whatever you say, Miss Morgan.”

living their own lives, intersecting momentarily within these pristine white walls. We worked our way through more slowly than I would have liked. But Logan seemed at ease, even pausing to grab a magazine from one of

heartbeat accelerate as I fumbled

as if he were performing a leisurely daily routine. He laughed and joked with the

urge to both vomit and roll my eyes at

our flight. How that happened, I couldn’t fathom. It must have been some twist

in a way that was meant to make

and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee intermingled with

chatting, espresso machines steaming, the occasional ding of a barista announcing another order ready at the counter. It felt strangely intimate, despite the

of people coming and going. He sipped his black coffee, staring at me over the rim of his cup while I frantically rifled through my carry-on to

of my bag, aside from the hodgepodge of necessities, was another must-have: a little stuffed duck that had traveled with me since I was a kid. Moana had purchased it for me years ago and it had rarely left my side since then,

sure to keep it out of sight, hidden in a side pocket. Knowing Logan, he was sure to tease me for

asked, setting his cup down as he eyed my bag. “You

“We went on yearly trips overseas. I’ve flown

grinned, placing his cup back on the

private jets. The

bag down with more force than necessary. “First of all, we never took private

an eyebrow, intrigued. “Why’s

Wolf,” I explained. “Environmentalism and humanitarianism are sort of her whole thing. The idea of flying a private jet and spewing fumes into the air

chuckled, obviously entertained by the image. “So, no private jets, but I’m guessing

any other way.

and his lips turned up at the corners. “Still,

but laugh softly. “There was actually one time we flew business class. It