him?” her husband demanded. Darla glanced around the cabin, abruptly aware that dozens of passengers were still watching her. “Nothing,” she lied. “There was just a misunderstanding.” Evan heard her and said nothing, which somehow made the situation even more uncomfortable.
Then her husband’s voice came through the phone again, louder this time. “Darla, listen to me carefully. Do not upset him.” Her eyes widened. “Why?” she asked. “Because Mr. Cole is flying to our headquarters this afternoon to meet the board.” Darla gradually lowered the phone.
Evan eventually looked up. “You should probably tell him what happened.” Darla’s face tightened. “There’s no reason to involve him in something so insignificant.” Evan gave a faint smile. “You called security because you thought I was stealing a seat.” He paused. “I think he deserves to know why.”
Marissa stepped closer and softly asked Darla to move to her assigned seat. This
