been no new occurrences and the threatening letters had stopped. It was eerie, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Quint noticed no one took the seat beside Jorgie, but otherwise, the plane was full. Once they were airborne, he sent a text to his coworker Jake Stewart, who was at this very moment boarding a plane to Los Angeles for Eros’s Make Love Like A Movie Star tour.
Any lookers? he typed into his BlackBerry.
Is that all you think about? Jake returned his text.
Quint laughed. Pretty much.
Casanova fits you to a T.
Get back on the horse, man. Jake had been divorced for over a year and as far as Quint knew he hadn’t dated. He’d been bugging him to let loose and just have a fling, but Jake was one of those Dudley Do-Right types who never broke the rules.
Two words, Jake texted back. Morality Clause.
So, any lookers?
Yeah.
That took him by surprise. Quint smiled. Yeah?
Not my type.
All the better.
Door’s closing. Later.
Chuckling, Quint put his BlackBerry away. The flight attendant was distributing drinks and he heard Jorgie order a Bloody Mary. After she’d been served her drink, he took the bottle of water the attendant gave him and slipped into the seat beside her. “Rough night?”
She looked startled to see him.
He nodded at her drink. “A Bloody Mary is a common hangover cure.”
“No.” She shook her head. “In fact, I rarely drink…”
“Fear of flying?”
“Not at all.”
“The mystery deepens. You don’t seem the type to drink alcohol at nine in the morning.”
“Precisely.”
“I’m not following you.”
“I’m doing things I wouldn’t normally do.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “Bad breakup.”
“How do you know that?”
“You’re traveling alone and drinking Bloody Marys and headed to an Eros resort. Common cure for a bad breakup.”
“So you’re saying I’m a cliché?”
He shrugged, grinned.
“I wasn’t meant to be traveling alone. Actually my friend Avery was supposed to come with me, but at the last minute she changed her ticket, hopped on a plane to another Eros resort, leaving me holding the bag. I think I’m due for a Bloody Mary, don’t you?”
“Drink up. I’ll order you another.”
She looked at the water bottle in his hand. “You’re not drinking?”
“Not in the mood.” He kept grinning. “But you go right ahead.”
“That grin gets you laid a lot, doesn’t it?”
Whoa, he hadn’t expected that from the girl next door. His admiration shot up a notch. “I do all right.”
“You haven’t changed a bit since high school.”
“It doesn’t sound like a compliment the way you say it.”
“What’s not complimentary about being a twenty-nine-old man with a high school mentality?”
“Ouch, kitten. Withdraw the claws. I’m not the guy who done you wrong.”
“No, but you’re the one who decided to sit here. Better be prepared to take a little mortar fire or head back to where you came from.”
This was getting really interesting. Quint leaned back in his seat, buckled up his seat belt. He could do his job just as easily sitting here as in the last row. “It’s a long flight and I’m all ears.”
“You ever been engaged, Quint?” A disgruntled expression crossed her face and he found himself wishing he could hunt down the ex-boyfriend who’d dumped her and punch him out.
“Nope.”
“Ever come close?”
“Nope.”
“Ever want to get married?”
“Never crossed my mind.”
She took a sip of her Bloody Mary, pointed a finger at him. “Smart man.”
“So,” he said, quickly changing the subject. “How’s Keith? I saw him at our ten-year high school reunion and we had a few drinks. Shot the breeze, but we haven’t kept in touch since then.”
“Keith just got married, and he and his wife are expecting a baby girl in the fall.”
“No kidding. But he’s only…”
“Twenty-nine, same age as you.”
“Seems too young to be tied down.”
“He’s really happy.”
“Good for Keith.” A wistfulness swept over him. It seemed all his buddies were getting married, settling down. He didn’t get it. There was so much living to be done. You could get married and grow old anytime. But you were only young once.
“How’s your parents?”
“They decided to follow their bliss and moved to Santa Fe. Mom runs an art gallery. Dad takes tourists on guided deer hunts.”
“And your brother?”
“Gordy’s still in the air force. He’s gonna be just like Dad. Career military.”
“But not you?”
“Naw. I’ve never been much for having other people tell me what to do. The service wasn’t a natural fit. How about your parents?”
“They finally sold the house on Janie Lane, moved into a condo in downtown Fort Worth.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“After years of suburban living, they said they wanted to be where the action is.”
“I’m impressed. Paula and James living it up in Sundance Square.”
“Things change,” she said.
He raked his gaze over her, couldn’t stop himself from taking in the swell of her breasts beneath her blouse.
