Excerpt of Fear Of Flying by Leigh Court

Chapter One

“You’re never going to die in a plane crash.”

Jessie Jordan stared into the piercing blue eyes of the
old fortune teller, her mouth going suddenly dry. She
didn’t believe in fortune tellers, or psychics, or any
paranormal stuff, but one of her girlfriends had given
her this “reading” as a birthday present, and Jessie’s
curiosity had gotten the better of her. She’d expected
the gray-haired woman to spout some generic drivel, like
‘you will meet a handsome stranger’ or ‘you will come
into some unexpected money.’

Not to predict something that would hit so close to home.

“How could you possibly know I’m afraid of flying?”

“This.” The woman opened her palm, where Jessie’s pearl
ring was nestled. “It vibrates your fear.”

The fortune teller had requested a personal item that
she’d claimed would help her see Jessie’s future. So
Jessie had handed over the simple pearl ring she always
wore – the one her parents had given her for her
eighteenth birthday a decade ago, and which had been on
her finger a month later, when her parents had taken her
to Italy for a two-week vacation.

Her first airplane ride.

And the most traumatic experience of her life.

Nervous as Jessie had been about stepping onto the huge
plane in New York that summer, the overnight flight had
been fine until the aircraft had started its descent into
Leonardo da Vinci airport the next morning. The 747, as
Jessie later learned, did a common ‘step landing,’ which
entailed descending a few thousand feet, gliding, then
descending a few more thousand feet on its approach to
landing.
Trouble was, every time the plane sank on its glide path,
Jessie had been convinced they were going to crash. She’d
never been very good with roller coasters, and the wavy
motion of the plane had made her sick to her stomach. The
minute she’d felt a sour taste in her mouth, she’d known
she was in trouble.

The flight attendants had ordered everyone to buckle
their seatbelts for landing, but Jessie had shakily
unhooked hers and scrambled into the aisle, making a mad
dash for the bathroom in case she was going to throw up.
She’d never made it. A flight attendant at the back of
the plane had blocked Jessie’s desperate beeline down the
aisle and literally shoved her into an empty seat in one
of the last rows, ordering her to buckle up for the
landing.

That’s where a guardian angel had come to her rescue. A
young man in military uniform in the next seat had urged
her to put her head between her knees and just breathe.
As Jessie had bent over, shaking with her effort not to
get sick, she’d felt his hand gently stroking her back,
trying to calm her. With his other hand, he’d slipped an
air sickness bag between her knees, just in case. But it
turned out she hadn’t needed it.
His advice worked. The plane landed without her making a
scene.

Jessie gazed at the fortune teller in front of her, her
mind lingering on that old memory. Odd, but she hadn’t
thought about that guy in ten years. She’d never even
found out his name, although she could still remember the
brilliant smile of approval he’d given her when the plane
landed.

To this day, she was still a nervous wreck whenever she
had to fly, but she’d tried hard during the last decade
not to let that fear dictate her life. In fact, she’d
taken a job three years ago as a book publicist, which
entailed flying around the country with authors promoting
new book releases.

Jessie believed in facing her fears.

“Here.” The fortune teller handed back Jessie’s pearl
ring with a knowing look. “You didn’t believe in my
ability when you sat down at my table. Do you believe
now?”

Jessie looked at the woman as she considered her answer.
A colorful silk scarf was tied around her gray hair. She
had rings on every finger. Ornate lanterns hung from the
ceiling of her tiny storefront, casting mysterious
shadows around the room.

This whole setting was a cliché.

And yet, there was no way the old woman could have known
about Jessie’s fear of flying. Even a wild guess wouldn’t
have led her to such a precise statement. Maybe Jessie
should reassess her belief in the paranormal.

She cleared her throat. “Actually, I expected you to tell
me I’m going to meet a tall, dark stranger. I mean,
there’s no wedding ring on my finger. That would have
been the obvious thing to say.”

The fortune teller laughed. “Oh, that will happen, too,
my dear. In fact, the two things are intertwined. But it
seemed more important to reassure you about your fear of
flying.”

Oh, brother. She was going to meet a tall, dark stranger?
Okay. Time to get out of here.

The old woman tilted her head and gave Jessie a
perceptive, all-knowing look. “Just remember what I told
you.”