When Adin woke up on Lufthansa flight 456, it had already landed at LAX and he’d had the strangest night of his life. Words stuck in his sandy and arid mouth.”I know he didn’t have too much to drink. I served him myself,” one of the flight attendants said. “Does he look pale to you?”

“Yes,” said the air marshal. “Better call the EMTs.” Two other people gathered around him as he fought the dizzy spinning of his brain. He looked out the window and his heart slammed into his rib cage when he saw a familiar, handsome figure walking confidently away from the gate inside the terminal. A sudden feeling like he’d never known, a hunger, coursed through him, and he flushed from his head to his toes.

“Water,” Adin croaked.

“There you are.” The flight attendant, Marcia, motioned to someone farther to the front of the cabin. “Welcome back. You were beginning to scare us. Do you have a medical condition?”

“Blood sugar gets low when I travel,” Adin murmured, and someone brought him not only water but also a can of orange juice. (continue reading…)