Lennox stopped gesticulating long enough for Evan to identify the business card he’d thrown away.
“Did you dig that out of the trash?”
“I’m asking the questions here, mister.”
Evan now knew two things for certain. One, Lennox watched too many police procedurals, and two, he was batshit crazy.
“What would you like to know?” he asked calmly. If he was going to be attacked by a lunatic at the airport, he’d prefer it happen while they were still on the ground.
Lennox blinked, his mouth opening and closing several times before he stuttered, “Oh. Um. Well, I…”
Evan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Poor guy hadn’t expected he’d actually get to live out his interrogation fantasy. He made a subtle gesture to the card and watched the processing take place in Lennox’s brain.
“You have a lot of nerve, buddy,” he finally spat.
“Why’s that?”
More processing, and Lennox turned a darker pink. “Why? What do you mean, why? You’re a heartless cad, that’s why!”
It was Evan’s turn to blink and process. “Cad? Seriously?”
“That’s what I said, yes.”
Evan cast a glance toward the little puddle jumper set to take them to the Virgin Islands and Stout Rock. They’d loaded the luggage, and the pilot was speaking with some of the other passengers, so Lennox needed to get to his point. He had a vacation to get to.
“You’re mad I threw her card away.”
“Of course I am!”
“I ask again, why?”
“Are you being deliberately obtuse?”
Lennox flushed just a little darker, his cheeks almost the shade of a ripe plum. What would it take to get him there before the flight took off? Evan considered it a personal challenge to find out.
“It’s a straightforward question, man. What does it matter toyou whether I keep her info? Is she your sister? Niece? Cousin twice removed?”
Lennox stilled and stared, and it was all Evan could do to keep his face neutral. He could almost see the gears turning behind Lennox’s sky-blue eyes. There was an obvious effort going into formulating his answer.
“You took advantage,” he finally responded quietly. “Men like you always do that to people like us—her.”
“Men like me? What the hell does that mean?”
Lennox gestured broadly with a scoff. “Please. Look at you. Mister fancy clothes and expensive booze. You flatter and woo, then cast them aside and go buy yourself another Rolex.”
Evan knew he’d lost the battle the moment Lennox saidwoowith a straight face.
“Rolex? You wound me,” he said through the bubbling laughter. “It’s a Patek Philippe”
A guffaw escaped in a gasping snort and became increasingly unhinged at the obvious distress on Lennox’s face. Eh, he was already going to hell. Might as well book a suite.
“Height and weight?”
They turned in unison at the question, from a man with a craggy, sun-darkened face.
“Pardon?”
The guy frowned, and the exaggerated slant of his brows made his eyelids collapse near to his cheeks. “Height and weight?”
