Cristu,I wanted my pillow to smell of that for-fucking-ever.
After she snapped the shot, I asked, “Do I want to know?”
“Girl talk.”
I choked out a laugh, but it was a happy one. “You told your friends about me?”
“About the hot guy I sat next to on a plane?!”
“Yeah, when you put it like that…”
She smirked, and I immediately registered the difference between heavily sedated Kitty and this one. Her metabolismimpressed the scientist in me. The man just appreciated that her hand snatched at mine the second the plane shuttled down the runway.
“You okay?”
The tension in her shoulders told me the truth even if she nodded.
I distracted her by asking, “How was the lounge? Did you eat?”
“As promised.” I saw the glint in her eye. Knew she wanted to tack onDaddy. “You weren’t there.”
That she sought me out had triumph roaring through my veins.
“I was. I just left you alone. Your sisters looked like they needed managing.”
“They’re worse than pissed-off cats in a bag.”
“That’s some imagery.”
“If it fits, it fits. Five rows away isn’t enough. Honestly, I’d take economy seats even if… Well, if we… I mean, if you weren’t…” Flustered, she changed the subject by focusing on her phone screen and letting her fingers fly. “Shit, there’s a game tonight. No way will Neev let me watch it live. I hate reruns.”
I didn’t want to think about her in a club with strangers drooling over her so, gruffly, I asked, “Which sport?”
“The only one that counts, of course.” A zealot’s gleam popped up in her eyes. “Hockey.”
“Which team?”
“Stars. And before you gimme shit, I was a Stars fan before the takeover. My da took me to games and everything. Though,” she conceded, “that was because he hated the Knicks and my brothers adored them. He could never get them into soccer, so when we both got sick of basketball bullshit, we’d watch a game.”
“Soccer’s the only sport that counts,” I jeered, just to watch the sparks fly.
She didn’t disappoint…
“I’ll forgive you for that because you’re pretty.”
“It isn’t the first time you’ve told methat.”
“You can’t hold drugged Kitty against me. Her mouth ran away from her.”
“I liked where it ran. And you’re not high now, are you?”
Crimson rose to her cheeks at my flirting and, yet again, she was saved by the flight attendant.
This time, she managed to eat her meal, unlike the other leg where she’d fallen asleep not long after ordering.
Over a dry-as-fuck beef tenderloin, I complained, “This is a travesty.”
“Which part? The burnt green beans or the crispy beef?”
