I half expected Xander to grab me the moment I stepped in and yell at me or threaten or do something typically possessive and controlling like he always did.

But he didn't, which was surprising.

He simply followed me into the plane and stomped right past me to a seat at the back. He didn't say a word or even look at me,

He simply sat down, pulled out his laptop, and started typing.

I blinked at him, confused by the lack of reaction. Where was the anger? The lectures? The crude comments ...