“Not a fan of flying?”
“I consider flying downtime. Time I can do things I would think it was a waste to do on a normal day. Like reading fashion magazines or playing games on my iPad. I look at it like a mini-vacation on the way to a vacation.”
That was an interesting way to consider it, and smart too.
She carried on, “But people turn into monsters at airports. Their behavior is appalling.”
He could not disagree.
“I don’t know what it is,” she went on. “It’s like something is in the air.”
“Well, you’re here now, hen, safe and sound. I’ve got plenty of food in. I’ll take care of ye.”
When he said that, he wasn’t imagining that she adjusted so she was closer to him. Now, not only were their hips touching, their outer thighs were brushing too.
He paid for parking and got her and her tote in the front seat of his Range Rover. He tossed the rest in the back, got in and set them on their way.
“A red Range Rover, Dair?” she asked when they he was maneuvering the car park.
“Aye. What of it?”
“It’s just so…you.”
“As it would be, since I picked it.”
She laughed softly.
He listened and enjoyed.
“Heard from Alex?” he asked.
“She’s texted some pictures. It looks beautiful there. Seems like they’re having a great time. But they don’t get back until tomorrow.”
It was Saturday.
Blake was leaving the next Sunday.
And he had to figure out how to fit a trip into New York between matches soon after.
Again, that was for later.
She was at his side now.
“Have you been to the Caribbean?” she asked.
“Aye. Turks and Caicos and Bermuda.”
“It’s beautiful down there.”
“It is.”
“These roses are beautiful too, Dair. Extraordinary.”
He knew she was looking at him when she said that, so he turned to her.
Christ.
Her face was filled with wonder and gratitude.
