For a second he just looked at her.
Then, almost without thinking, he extended his hand across the armrest.
After a moment’s hesitation, she slipped hers into it.
Her fingers were warm. Soft. Familiar.
He squeezed gently, savoring the simple rightness of it. It felt like home.
They stayed like that as the plane leveled off, the city lights shrinking beneath them.
A flight attendant approached with the beverage cart. “Drinks?”
They separated slowly.
Aaron ordered sparkling water. Camille asked for tea.
As the cart rolled on, he glanced sideways at her.
Adam would absolutely die laughing at him.
He hadn’t even made it an hour before complimenting her on her looks and holding her hand.
Heaven help him.
Chapter 19
New York
This was their second day in New York doing radio interviews. Yesterday they had done a total of 20 in-person and satellite interviews. This interview with Brian Wilson was their third for the day.
It was intimate, high energy, and interactive. The studio lights were warm but not harsh, the kind that made everything feel close, almost conspiratorial.
Brian leaned back, studying Camille. “Submission is a controversial word these days. How do you sell that to a modern woman?”
Camille didn’t rush. “By telling the truth,” she said simply. “Submission to God isn’t weakness. It’s strength under control.”
Brian nodded slowly. “That’s… not the usual answer.”
She smiled lightly. “It wasn’t my usual thinking either.”
Aaron glanced at her then—really looked at her.
Brian shifted. “And how did you prepare for a role like this?”
“I stopped trying to control it,” she said. “I studied, I prayed… and then I followed the lead I was given.”
She tipped her head slightly toward Aaron.
Brian’s grin returned. “Convenient lead.”
A ripple of laughter moved through the room.
The rest of the interview moved quickly after that—questions about scale, production, faith, the usual circuit—but the tone had shifted. Camille answered with a calm certainty that hadn’t been there before.
And Aaron felt it.
Not just in what she said.