A picture, and she couldn’t be any different than herblonde-haired, blue-eyed sister.
It was a candid, no doubt taken in portrait mode on aniPhone.
It looked like it was a posed shot done by a top-notchfashion photographer.
Goofing off, head slightly turned, brown eyes twinkling,wind in her dark, curly hair, sunshine lighting her flawless skin, making akissy face with full lips.
Georgiana Traylor was movie star gorgeous.
“Fantastic,” he muttered, shoved his phone back into hispocket, and headed to DIA.
Chapter Two
Carry-Ons
Dutch
With what seemed like a thousand other people,Georgiana Traylor was spewed out of the wide opening that was at the top of theescalators from the underground train at DIA.
Flight details indicated she’d come direct from DC.
A long flight.
And she looked bright, rested, and way more gorgeous IRLthan in her picture.
Dutch approached.
She took him in as he did, walking in a way she did notintend to stop, the expression on her face all he needed to know.
Beautiful.
And a bitch.
One look at his MC cut, she thought she had his number, andshe didn’t like it.
Even though she could read the patch stitched into theleather on the front of his cut that said Chaos, and she had to know hisbrother was in the same Club.And he knew she knew Jag.
He also knew, as he watched her opening her mouth to saysomething, he’d better get there first or the woman was going to have to getover her issues with Lyft.
“Yo, I’m Dutch.Jagger’s brother.Carolyn and him got tied up, so they asked me to come and get you.”
She made a show of stopping, blasting him with an unhappylook, then drooping a shoulder to allow a beat-up leather backpack to fall off.She caught the strap in her hand, dug into the pack, pulled out her phone, thenmade a further show of taking it out of airplane mode and waiting until itbinged with her texts.
“Should turn off airplane mode the instant the wheels touchdown like every other loser who can’t breathe without an electronicconnection,” she mumbled irritably to her phone then looked at him.“Carolynshared.Thanks for coming all the way out here to get me.”
She said that last like she wasn’t thankful even a littlebit.
“Not a problem,” he lied right back.
Her eyes narrowed likehimnot meaning what he saidwas rude, but her doing it when he’d just met her and was doing her a big,freaking favor was a-okay.
Jesus.
This was Carolyn’s sister, all right, totally the pain inthe ass Carolyn had described her to be.
“Yougottapick up a bag frombaggage claim?”he asked in order to get this show on the road.
“Yeah,” she answered, her gaze scanning for the screens thatshared baggage claim info.
