acquaintances. Even so, a phantom warmth lingered after he’d relinquished his grip, the kind that buzzed up her arm and sort of made her wish he had molested her hand, at least a little. Chloe rubbed her tingling palm against the thigh of her jeans.
His gaze held steady on hers and his focus was flattering, almost seductive. If you went for that whole slick-successful-businessman-in-a-five-thousand-dollar-suit look. Which, she reminded herself, she didn’t. Not anymore.
For the most part, her tiny diamond nose stud and purple highlights were enough to warn corporate wunderkinds that they had nothing in common with her.
But then she remembered that she no longer had purple highlights. She’d dyed her piecey, deconstructed bob for her sister’s wedding. Right now it was a respectable, boring, normal shade of mahogany that skimmed her jaw before angling a bit lower in the front. The dye job was her attempt at a peace offering to her family. She just hoped it would be enough.
“...so if you look at it that way, cheese could be considered a high form of flattery, you know?”
Ben’s voice snapped her out of a flashback of the most recent guilt-laden, middle-name-invoking phone call with her mother.
“What? Sorry. I wasn’t listening.”
Ben’s grin was endearingly self-deprecating. “Tough crowd.”
“It’s not you.” Chloe shoved her offensively monotone hair behind her ears. “Going back to Buffalo has put me in a rotten mood.”
“That doesn’t seem fair. What’s Buffalo ever done to you?”
The derisive laugh slipped out before Chloe could stop it. “Now there’s a loaded question.”
Ben cocked a questioning eyebrow.
“I’m going to see my family.” She didn’t add “for the first time in four years,” because that was the scary part, the part that turned her stomach into a churning pit of nerves and dread. “My little sister’s getting m-married,” she said, forcing the word out. Man, was it hot in here? She reached up and twisted the overhead air vent open.
“Oh! Well, that should be...” Ben paused in a way that let Chloe know she hadn’t managed to hide her true feelings on the matter. He corrected midcourse, “no fun at all. Rings are like tiny shackles. Screw love. That’s what I say.”
It was a sweet attempt at a save, but Chloe was too far down the well to grab the rope.
“Weddings...” Suck. Wreck relationships. Ruin lives. She flipped through her mental thesaurus before going with, “aren’t really my thing.” She tugged at the front of her black T-shirt, but couldn’t quite shake the sudden sensation of a phantom Swarovski-crystal-encrusted, sweetheart-necklined noose tightening around her rib cage.
Oblivious to her cold sweat and racing heart, Ben continued to aim for small talk. “It’s a good thing you decided to fly in to Buffalo a few days early. This storm is really wreaking havoc on our arrival time.”
Chloe shook her head. “I’m not early. She’s getting married tomorrow.”
Instead of the nauseating cheer that announcement had been garnering since her sister had started flashing her showy, four-carat diamond engagement ring around social media, Ben had the decency to look puzzled. Chloe appreciated that.
“Your sister’s getting married on a Thursday in January?”
“You are only surprised by that fact because you’ve never met her,” she informed him. “Anyone who knows my sister would expect nothing less from her than to inconvenience her entire network of family and friends by making them take a day off of work. Can’t let a petty thing like the schedules of four hundred people interfere with her narcissistic, lifelong fantasy of having a winter wonderland-themed wedding on her birthday.”
Ben nodded. “So you and your sister are close, then?” he deadpanned.
Chloe’s smile caught her by surprise, but at least she could breathe again. He’d talked her down without even being aware of it. “You’re a funny guy, Ben.”
“It’s a gift.” He shrugged with faux modesty and loosened his sapphire-colored silk necktie. The hint of dishevelment made Chloe’s breath hitch, but this time it wasn’t the result of a chest full of anxiety. This feeling was warmer, and a little bit tingly.
She hadn’t dated a man in a suit since Patrick—hadn’t even looked at one. She preferred bad boys, the disreputable kind that parents didn’t approve of. So why was Mr. Future Businessman of America giving her a serious case of the wobblies?
She didn’t get a chance to scrutinize her odd reaction further. They both glanced up as an electronic chime sounded from the speaker above Chloe’s head.
“Good evening, passengers. This is your captain speaking. Due to a mechanical issue and the impending storm, our scheduled flight has been canceled.”
A collective groan filled the plane.
“Your flight crew will be handing out discount cards valid for a stay at any Value Inn location, a proud partner of Jetopia. Your boarding pass will be valid for tomorrow’s rescheduled flight to Buffalo, weather permitting. If you have further questions or are unable to make the 8:00 a.m. flight, please speak with a member of your flight crew. Again, we thank you for choosing Jetopia, and we apologize for the inconvenience.”
“What does he mean, tomorrow?” There was a definite note of panic in her voice, but Chloe was proud she’d managed not to shriek.
“I’m going to go out on a limb and guess he means the day after today.”
“Hey, Ben?”
“Yeah?”
“That thing I said about you being funny? I take it back.”
He waved it off. “As long as handsome panty-dropper still stands.”
She couldn’t even appreciate the joke—reality was seeping in. “I can’t be stuck in Chicago. I need to get to Buffalo. Tonight.” The wedding rehearsal and dinner were this evening. Her family would be expecting her.
Ben directed her gaze to the small oval window behind his head, and Chloe caught an ominous glimpse of the snow flying outside. “Better start walking then.”
Chloe took a deep breath of musty cabin air tinged with eau de Aisle Guy’s pits. Trapped. She glanced over as Ben liberated his iPhone from the breast pocket of his suit, thumbs flying over the screen as he, like so many other passengers, shared the details of this latest development with whoever was on the other end of the text message.
Chloe couldn’t bring herself to do the same. She hadn’t even arrived yet and she’d already failed to meet her family’s expectations. Not an auspicious start to her big reunion tour.
With another sigh, she flopped back in her chair, glaring once again at the seat in front of her.
She was stuck in Chicago.
With boring hair.
And an angry clan
