My eyes widen, and I choke back a cough. I put my hand on my head, and the guy turns to me in concern. I tell him that I’m so embarrassed.
And then the craziest thing happens.
Dylan—that’s his name, and God help me, I even like that—starts flirting with me. He has no idea what a big deal it is that I don’t shut him down the moment he tells me I’m beautiful. Not to mention the fact that he makes me laugh…
Who is this man, and how soon can I get off the plane?
I think I’m in trouble.
CHAPTER THREE
DID YOU EVER KNOW THAT I’M YOUR HERO?
DYLAN
She’s eating a Biscoff cookie and sipping orange juice, and I’m trying not to be conspicuous with my staring.
“You don’t…remember anything before you fell, do you? Or right after?” I ask.
I need to know how much forgiveness I need to ask her for. Did she feel my hands on her?
The feel of her soft skin, my hand on her bare ass.
Focus, man, focus.
My attention keeps being drawn to her mouth…I guess I am able to focus on something. It’s just the wrong thing…and does nothing to help my situation. In fact, her mouth makes the ache so much worse.
“I just remember feeling strange, so I got up to splash some water on my face, and the next thing I remember was hearing you ask if I was okay and realizing I was on the lap of a stranger.”
“I’m no stranger. I’m Dylan, remember?”
She grins. “Right. We’re not strangers at all.”
“I’d say we could even be considered friends since I saved your life and all.”
Her eyes widen, and her lips twitch, and she’s so fucking beautiful.
“Oh, now you’re saying you saved my life? Seems like you might not have had a choice…I just landed on you.”
“A nice cushion for your landing,” I add.
“You are not lacking in confidence, are you?”
I lift a shoulder. “Just telling it like I see it…since I’m the one who was conscious.” My grin grows when I see how she tries not to laugh and fails.
“So what is taking you to Minnesota? Or is that your final destination?” I ask.
“I live in Minnesota,” she says.
Well, things are looking up. I may not be back yet, but soon I will be.
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
She gives me the side-eye. “You’re not going to become a rescue stalker, are you?”
I put my hand on my chest like I’m hurt. “Uh, rescue hero, thank you very much.”
She laughs, and warmth spreads throughout my chest.
