Chapter 96 Arrival Patrick

• Sipping from my own glass, I study Catherine as she looks out the window at the rapidly shrinking ground below. She’s wearing jeans and a blue fleece sweater, her small feet clad in a pair of chunky-looking black sheepskin boots. Uggs, I think they’re called. Despite that off-putting footwear, she still looks sexy—though I far prefer seeing her in summer dresses, her smooth skin glowing in the sun.
• Watching her calm expression, I wonder what she’s thinking, if she has any regrets.
• She shouldn’t. I would’ve taken her regardless.