He gave her a rueful half-smile, then shook his head.
“I thought you said you wanted to see where things would go with—”
“I did.”
“And?”
“And I saw where they went.” His middle finger circled the rim of his glass, and the memory of what that finger could do sent an involuntary shudder through her.
Jannie looked away. “So, when did you break up?”
“She’s not coming back.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“She has a new boyfriend. Let’s just say his portfolio is substantially girthier than mine.”
A tiny flame of hope lit within her.Maybe …“So, what brings you to Las Vegas?”
He smiled, a little conspiratorially, she thought. “Work.”
“You flew the route from Lauderdale?”
“As a passenger.”
“Jump seat?”
He set his glass down with aclink, his expression serious. “No, Jannie. I paid for my ticket.” A pause. “I turned in my resignation at JetBlue.”
Her jaw dropped.
She waited for his explanation. His lashes lowered as he looked down at his hands. God, how she used to love those hands on her.
She wrenched her gaze away. “You. Quitting JetBlue.”
He nodded, a corner of his mouth lifting in the crooked smile she knew so well.
“Wow.” Jannie sat there in shock.
“I guess we’re both full of surprises today.”
“I thought you were happy there.”
“I was. Until I wasn’t.” His eyes bore into her. “Isn’t that how it is, Jannie? You’re happy until you aren’t?”
This was no longer about his job at JetBlue. What did the man want?
“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.” She tried to keep her tone neutral.
“Vegas Aviation needs instructors.”
“You’re going to work for them?”
“Considering it. I’m interviewing with them but taking some time off first. There are some things I want to do.”
He homed in on her breasts, his gaze slowly heating.
Oh, God.
