Nik said it a little too forcefully, like he was trying to convince himself as much as Trent. Nik squeezed his hand in reassurance, but Trent wasn’t convinced.
It would be all of Nik’s very large, very Indian family. He’d met Nik’s parents, Shankar and Leelavati, when they came to Chicago six months ago, but this time, it wouldn’t just be them. He’d taken great pleasure in overturning those assumptions, but it would only get worse. Every flight attendant since they left Chicago had assumed he would want the non-Indian food option and plain tea or a soft drink instead of the Indian dinner and masala tea. He couldn’t even claim the honey-gold color he managed in the summer at this point in the year. Nik insisted he could use the British names rather than learning the Indian ones, but Trent already stood out like a sore thumb with his blond hair, blue eyes, and winter-white skin. TRENT SHIFTED in his seat as the plane taxied toward the Kochi airport. When she isn’t writing, knitting, or poking at her orchids, she spends her time marveling at her two teenagers, who never cease to amaze her with their capacity for love and acceptance and sports-they certainly didn’t get that from her!-and their refusal to accept injustice of any kind-she hopes they got that from her.
Her orchid collection has outgrown her office and spilled over into the rest of her house (much to her children’s dismay), but that hasn’t stopped her from adding to her collection or from resuscitating any unhappy ones she finds. Her passion for yarn has resulted in an overflowing stash and more projects than she’ll probably finish in a lifetime, but that has yet to stop her from buying more. The rich history and culture of France, the flavors and scents of India, and the sunrise over Machu Picchu in particular have left indelible impressions and show up regularly in her writing. She has explored 45 states and 13 countries. Ariel Tachna is a polyglot linguaphile with a passion for travel, yarn, orchids, and romance.
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