The only question was, should he go talk to her— and risk the possible humiliation— or do his best to stay out of her sight?
***
“I’m Jane Schoonenburg. I was paged, which I’m hoping means someone found and turned in my phone.”
The agent nodded. “We did have a phone brought up to the counter that matches the description you left. If it recognizes your face, I’d say we have a match.”
The agent held the phone up with the screen facing Jane. Why she always felt the need to smile when opening her phone that way, she didn’t know. It was kind of stupid.
“It unlocked,” she told the agent.
After one more quick glance to make certain Jane was telling the truth, the agent handed the phone over to Jane.
Weather information flashed across a nearby TV screen. “Any word on when or if we might be in the air?”
“We have no new information, but we will be certain to pass it on once we do.”
Jane offered an empathetic half-smile. “I am probably the hundredth person to ask.”
That brought a bit of humor to the agent’s face. “Two hundredth, at least.”
“And how many have demanded that you fix the weather?”
“Most.” The agent laughed the word. “If airlines could control the weather, believe me, we would.”
“Well, for everyone’s sake, I hope the weather clears quickly.” She checked one more time to make certain her phone was safely stowed in her pocket, then stepped away from the counter so the next probably-irate passenger could demand answers.
Jane visited New York several times a year on business, though she always made time for enjoying the city. She’d never made a single trip here that didn’t have its share of chaos. She’d learned to simply roll with the punches, both in travel and in life.
She sat at one of the booths near the gate. Life had certainly dealt her its share of punches. Not a day went by that she didn’t think of Miguel and wonder what might have happened if he hadn’t ruined everything between them.
Coming to New York was supposed to clear her head of all that. Her head and her heart. It hadn’t worked at all. At least this trip had given her a little time away from home and all of thethings there that reminded her of him. If she could just get him out of her thoughts, she could move on.
That’s what you’ve got to do. Get him out of your thoughts.
It was simple enough.
“Hey,” someone said.
She looked up, directly into the umber-brown eyes of Miguel Santos.
Chapter Two
Miguel was already second-guessing himself. “I heard them call your name.”Is that really the first thing I said to her?
“What are you doing here?” Hers was not a tone of pleasant surprise.
Awkward.
“My latest Layover Vacation.” He tried to play it cool, but knew he was failing miserably. “Now I can say I’ve been to New York.”
“LaGuardia doesn’t count as New York. JFK,maybe.But definitely not LaGuardia.”
Making small talk about airports was almost as bad as chatting about the weather. They’d once been able to talk about anything. “How long were you in New York this time?”
“Four days,” she said.
Miguel nodded. The nod didn’t mean anything; he just couldn’t think of anything else to do. He stood there looking at her while she fidgeted in her seat. “Did you see a show?”
