My ass is very sore. Sorry, your ass is very sore.
Tx
She handed the note back to Justin and smiled at her method of address, ‘Return to Sender’. She waited for a moment and turned in her seat to watch Jim read her note with a smile. He was happy again, she had made him happy and that in turn made her happy too.
The plane landed and as the passengers were all preparing to disembark Parker made his move. “You look a little better, Tasha. I’m pleased. If you find yourself at a loose end while you’re in L.A. or next time you’re in town call me.”
He handed her a business card that said: Dr Parker Mathews followed by his number.
She accepted the card for no reason beyond being polite but said, “Don’t wait in for my call.”
He laughed. “No fear.”
Suddenly, she felt a push in her back and as she fell forward Parker caught her, steadying her.
“Sorry,” came the familiar voice behind her as Tasha turned to face Jim with Parker’s card still in her hand. He raised an eyebrow, but continued, “I really am very sorry. I hope I haven’t hurt you. I was just turning my phone back on. I’m expecting a message any time now about a Vegas wedding.”
“It’s fine,” she said a little disbelievingly at Jim’s words and expression. “I hope you get your message.”
“Oh, I will.” He grinned with total and utter confidence and belief she couldn’t help but admire even if she had no intention of going to Vegas with him.
Chapter 7
Tasha collected her bag and made her way through arrivals to find a smartly dressed forty-something man carrying a card displaying the name Winters.
She approached him and smiled. “Miss Winters? Mr Maybury asked that you switch your phone on,” he said as he took her bags and led her out to the waiting limo.
He held the door open for her and as soon as he closed it behind her she fished out her phone and turned it on to find four new text messages from James.
She smiled and moved onto the next one.
She sighed. Not only because she knew nobody would or could appeal to her when she had Jim waiting for her, but also because the extent of his possessive streak kind of scared her. He was intense, she knew that, but the idea that he could be so irritated by a stranger she’d happened to be seated next to on a plane might just be a little too intense for her. Briefly, she wondered if this was a really, really bad idea, coming here, with Jim, but as quickly as the thought entered her head, she dismissed it as there was nothing she wanted more than to be here with him. She already knew she was incapable of simply turning her back on him and walking away. She wanted to explore this, to see just who he was and where this attraction would take them both.
She laughed at his clear annoyance being on the rise again and hoped Marc hadn’t been lulled into a false sense of security by his earlier calmness.
She smiled again at his mercurial mood swings as she prepared her reply.
She smiled and waited for a reply and a couple of minutes later it appeared.
She was enjoying the banter, glad it was at a safe distance so any mistakes she inadvertently made could not be subject to immediate punishment. She rubbed her behind again and replied.
His reply was quickly received.
