Delaney watched as Luna slept on the flight. His eyes holding tumultuous emotions that he had never let out before. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind... he was never letting her go again. Her coming back to him, was a sign of fate. He had after all convinced himself that he was in love with Jeannie. But now that she has broken that illusion...
She moved a bit in her sleep, as she tried to get comfortable and winced as the seat touched the bruise that had been left on her arm by her husband's so called friend. It had been by chance that he had discovered this bruise just now when he had placed his hand on her elbow to guide her and it was a good thing as well since he could handle both the men now.
