I give him a bright I-promise-I’m-not-going-to-kill-you smile. “I’m Nora. Delaune.”
He stares at me blankly. He’s got gorgeous brown eyes. Which I already knew. I’ve seen dozens of photos of this man. But he’s even more devastatingly good-looking up close.
“Why did you jump on me?”
“I was calling your name, but you weren’t paying attention and didn’t hear me.”
“It’s crazy in here!” he exclaims, looking around.
He’s not wrong.
“Yeah. And I was afraid to yell any louder or they would’ve heard.” I incline my head toward where Leo, Wilson, and Brewser are holding a huge sign that says WELCOME ALEX OLSEN. I’m ninety-nine percent sure they stole poster board and markers from me to make that sign. “I wanted to get your attention without them noticing.”
“So you decided to jump on me?”
It was spontaneous, I’ll admit. But the situation seemed to call for more than just walking up and sticking my hand out for a handshake. And I couldn’t risk him doing something like running in the other direction, thinking I’m a crazy stalker fan.
Oh, I knowallof his stats and amthrilledhe’s here, but not likethat.
I don’t want to tie him up in my basement and turn him into my sex slave.
Well, theteeny tinypart of my primitive brain may want the sex slave thing a little bit. But that’s just because the man is gorgeous. He just exudes thatsomethingthat makes women want to get closer to him. It’s nature. Instinct. Survival of the species. Our species should definitely want more Alex Olsens in it. It’s not my fault.
And yeah, it’s been a while—a long while—since I did anything with anyone that was even remotely sex slavish…
No. That’s not why I need Alex Olsen to get his fine ass in my truck and let me drive him to my tiny hometown.
He’s here to save my town and get Harley re-elected as mayor.
And I don’t need Leo, Brewser, and Wilson scaring him off before he’s even out of the airport.
I smile. “We’re in an airport. People are jumping into each other’s arms everywhere. It helped us blend in.”
He sighs. “This has to be the most chaotic place I’ve ever been.”
It’s an airport. Airports are probably in the top three most chaotic places anyone has ever been.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of neon green. I grab the front of Alex’s shirt and pull him around the corner of the escalator.
It mightnothave been Brewser, but it also might have been.
“What the hell?” Alex asks as I push him up against the wall.
I think the element of surprise was the only reason I was able to move the guy. He’s really big. Solid. Big hands…
I shake my head. “I can’t let them see you. They’ll make a big commotion.”
He looks around again. “How would you be able to tell?”
I grin. He has no idea. “I’m here to give you a ride to Rebel. We just need to avoid them until we can get to town and get you settled. And make sure other people actually see you there. That way, if you disappear, lots of people will notice, and we can start searching for you right away.”
He looks properly horrified. “Who arethey?” he asks, flinging his arm in the general direction of the three men who are insomuch trouble later.
“I’ll tell you in the truck,” I say. I glance toward the baggage carousel. “Grab your bag.”
“You realize that getting into a truck withyoualso seems like a bad idea. I don’t know you. You could just be a stalker fan. Especially with the way you jumped on me.”
I tip my head. “You’remadabout that? Okay, sorry. You’re right. That was probably too much.”
