Page 119 of Love Unscripted
He helped her store away her luggage, then she settled into her seat.
“Do you need anything?” he asked, leaning over her.
She glanced at him with a smile. “Are you my stewardess now?”
He laughed. “Can I be your stewardess?”
She wagged a finger at him. “Now, now Aaron, don’t be naughty.”
He held up his hands in surrender. “Just kidding around.”
“Hmm,” she said, reaching for the headphones in the compartment and unwrapping them. “Did you have a restful night?” she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
He didn’t respond, and just then the flight attendant was right there behind him asking for an excuse, which gave him the perfect one.
“I’d better get seated. Other passengers coming down the aisle,” he said.
He took his seat behind her and watched as she slipped on the headphones.
He didn’t know if she was going to watch an in-flight movie or listen to her Spotify list. Either way, he felt a little isolated from her.
They were friends. Just friends. He had asked for this. Yet it was beginning to get to him.
He wanted more.
Did he have a restful night? Restful indeed. He had tossed and turned. Thinking of her. Wanting her. Asking himself if it was worth it trying to slow things down between them. It was next to impossible.
Chicago
They hit Chicago and chatted with Michelle Browne, a prominent Chicago-based radio and television personality best known for her work on 93.9 WLIT-FM. She had made history as one of the few women to lead a major morning radio show and was the first to simultaneously host both morning and afternoon drive slots.
Michelle greeted them with warmth and an appraising smile that suggested she noticed far more than she said. The studiowas sleek, the lighting soft but professional, cameras positioned to capture every reaction.
They settled into their seats—Aaron on Michelle’s right, Camille on her left. Yet somehow, despite the distance, there seemed to be a current running between them. Michelle clocked it immediately and tucked the observation away for later.
Michelle leaned forward, eyes bright. “What was the most memorable scene to film?”
Camille didn’t hesitate. “The wedding night.”
Michelle blinked—then laughed. “Esther?”
“It’s tender,” Camille said, softer now. “Not just romantic. Trusting.”
Michelle turned slowly to Aaron, delighted. “Well. That wasn’t the answer I expected. What about you?”
Aaron smiled, but there was a faint tension in it. “I’d say the confrontation with Haman. That moment when Xerxes chooses to believe Esther—without proof.”
Michelle tilted her head. “So… trust again.”
Camille’s gaze flicked to Aaron before she could stop it.
“Trust is everything,” she said. “But people don’t always give it right away. Sometimes… they’re waiting to know it’s safe.”
The air shifted.
Michelle noticed.
“And when they finally take that risk?” she asked lightly.
