wasn’t fine, though, was that a strange man, albeit an incredibly handsome man, had his large hand over her mouth. Also not dandy was the fact that there was an enormous toy panda, with seat belt in place around its fat middle, sitting next to her.
Glory frowned. Bram removed his hand quickly from her mouth and produced his very best smile.
“Hi,” he said, “I’m Bram Bishop. I’m really sorry I startled you. I guess I should have let you sleep through refreshment time.”
Wrong, he thought. Sleeping Beauty awake was even more beautiful than Sleeping Beauty asleep. She had the most expressive green eyes he’d ever seen. They completed her lovely features to perfection.
“And you are?” Bram said pleasantly, raising his eyebrows.
“Not happy,” she said, glaring at him. “You scared me half to death. You can’t go around poking a woman’s knee. You’re going to end up in jail one of these days.”
“Oh,” he said. “I really am sorry. I was trying to be a nice guy. You know, didn’t want you to miss having a drink if you wanted one.”
“Mmm,” Glory said. She looked at the panda. “And what, or who, is that?”
Bram straightened slightly, patted the bear on the head and chuckled.
“Great bear, huh?” he said. “See, I was in Austin on business and my brother, Tux, telephoned me. Tux is a year older than I am. I have a twin brother named Blue, too. Blue and Amy were married last month.
“Anyway, Tux married Nancy about a year ago, and they just found out they’re going to have a baby. Tux was so excited he decided not to wait until I got home to tell me the big news.
“I read an article once that said newborn babies can decipher black and white from the time they’re born. So, when I saw the panda I knew it was the perfect gift for my niece or nephew.
“Of course, this is the middle of May and the baby isn’t due until Christmas but—” Bram shrugged “—it’s a terrific panda. Don’t you think so?”
Glory blinked, trying to digest all that Bram Bishop had said.
“You...you bought the panda a ticket on this flight?” she asked finally.
“Well, yeah,” Bram said, nodding. “I figured it would get really messed up if I sent it through with my luggage. Since it’s nearly five feet tall, it was too big for the overhead compartments, so I bought it a ticket for a seat of its own. Hey, this is a very important bear for a very special baby.”
“Right,” Glory said, eyeing him warily. “Well, one thing is clear. The baby is going to have an interesting uncle—to say the least.”
Before Bram could decide if he’d just been insulted, the flight attendant arrived with her offerings. Bram asked for a soft drink. Glory requested orange juice.
“Would your friend like anything?” the flight attendant asked Bram. She had a perfectly serious expression on her face as she nodded toward the panda. “A drink? Some peanut?”
“No, thanks,” Bram said. “He gets airsick if he eats or drinks during a flight.”
“Okeydokey,” the attendant said, then pushed the cart forward.
“The craziness is catching,” Glory muttered.
“I heard that,” Bram said, laughing.
Heavens, Glory thought, taking a sip of her juice, Bram Bishop had such a rich, rumbly, masculine laugh, that it had sent a shiver down her spine. He really was very good-looking. His features were rugged and tanned, his medium brown hair was sun streaked to nearly blond in places. And he had, without a doubt, the most beautiful, bluest eyes she’d ever seen.
Oh, yes, Bram Bishop was drop-dead gorgeous
He was also nuttier than a fruitcake.
He’d bought a plane ticket for a five-foot toy panda bear? Said bear being a gift for a baby who wasn’t due to be born until the end of the year?
That was definitely crazy.
Well, it was sweet, too, in all fairness. Bram Bishop and his brothers must be extremely fond of each other. That was nice. A close-knit family certainly wasn’t a given in today’s society.
“So!” Bram said, interrupting Glory’s thoughts. “I’ve introduced myself and my buddy here. It’s your turn. You are...?”
“Glory Carson,” she said, smiling.
Say, now, Bram thought, what a lovely smile Glory Carson had. It lit up her whole face and made those fascinating green eyes sparkle.
“That’s a pretty name,” he said. “Glory. I really like it.”
“Thank you.”
“So tell me, Ms. Glory Carson—it is Ms., isn’t it?”
“I’m not married,” she said.
She could, she supposed, correct Bram, tell him she was actually Dr. Carson, but she wasn’t in the mood to go into a lengthy explanation about her work, not after the weekend she’d just put in. She was having an hour’s flight worth of time-out.
“I’m single, too,” Bram said, then drained his cup. “That’s one thing we have in common already.”
Already? That was a red-alert word, Glory thought. Mr. Bram Bishop just might be starting his hustle, making his move, his come-on. Oh, this malarkey got so tiresome.
“That didn’t sound right,” Bram said, frowning. “My mouth got ahead of my mind. That ‘already’ was really tacky.”
“Oh,” Glory said, surprise evident on her face.
Bram smiled. “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to get to know you better—talk, share, discover who you are. But I’m not assuming anything here.”
“That’s very refreshing,” Glory said, unable to keep from smiling.
“Let’s take it from the top,” Bram said. “Do you live in Houston?”
“Yes.”
Dynamite. “That’s good,” Bram said, nodding. “Next question. How long is your hair when it’s falling free?”
Glory frowned and finished her orange juice.
“Cancel refreshing,” she said. “What’s next? The spiel about wanting to see my hair spread out on your bed pillow? You need some new material, Mr. Bishop.” She leaned back and closed her eyes. “Talk to your panda bear.”
No wonder he wasn’t married, Bram thought in self-disgust. He was an idiot. The thing was, he didn’t have any “material,” because he’d never needed it with women. He just said what was honestly on his mind. And since he was wondering how long Glory Carson’s hair was, he’d asked her.
Bram
