“Would it be so bad for you to try to date? You might actually want to get married if you find the right person.” I glare at her. “I know we said marriage is for losers, but we might be wrong.”
“There is something wrong with you. I can’t believe those words came from your mouth.”
“Yeah, I know. I think love makes you do and say crazy things.” She lets out a small laugh before her face grows serious. “All we do is work, Logan. From the moment we left college we’ve had our feet on the pavement. I don’t want my entire life to be work anymore.”
“And look what we’ve done.” Fuck, I hate change, and this has change written all over it.
“I really wish I could explain what I’m feeling so you would understand, but I think this is one of those things you have to live and learn yourself to understand fully.” She’s drunk the Kool Aid, and I don’t think there is saving Kelly at this point.
We ride the rest of the way to the airport in silence. We both grab our bags and hurriedly make our way to the private entrance area knowing we need to get wheels up before the runways start to get any slicker than they already are. Kelly alerts them that we’re here and to bring the plane around as we walk quickly.
I lean up against the wall, playing with my phone as we wait. My eyes are drawn to a dark-haired girl that is pulling a piece of luggage coming our way. I stand up straighter as she starts to draw closer. Her head is down, and I will her to look up at me. Why? I have no fucking clue. But I can’t seem to stop myself from staring at her.
For a brief moment I see her face. Full cheeks that are flushed with plump lips and a button nose. She’s a tiny thing.
“You’re staring.” Kelly elbows me in the side. I keep right on staring, not wanting to look away from the young girl. When she drops her face into her hands and bursts into tears, I find myself moving. Kelly grabs my arm. “What are you doing?” I look from Kelly to the girl. What was I doing? “Actually, never mind.”
She releases my arm before I can shake her off, and I continue on my path straight for the beautiful girl crying her heart out, knowing nothing could stop me. I am a sick bastard. She’s crying her eyes out, and I’m harder than I’ve even been in my whole fucking life.3Angel“Are you okay?” I jerk my head up at the sound of someone talking. I look up at a man in a fancy suit towering over me. His dark green eyes stare down at me almost to the point of glaring. His hands are in his pockets.
“I’ll be okay.” I sniffle. He pulls out a handkerchief from the inside of his suit, handing it to me. “Thanks.” Of course one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in person is in front of me right now. I’m sure I look like a hot mess. This day is getting worse by the second.
“Are you waiting for your plane?” the man asks.
I shake my head no. “My flight was cancelled.”
He gives me a puzzled look. “The private flights are still heading out for the next”—the handsome man looks down at his watch—“thirty minutes.”
I glance around the area I’m sitting in. “I was booked on a commercial flight.” Clearly. I blow my nose into the soft napkin. I hear a soft laugh which draws my attention to the woman who is about ten feet behind the man in front of me. I’m guessing it’s his wife. She too is dressed in a suit. She’s stunning. They make a beautiful couple.
“Where are you headed?” he asks.
“I was hoping to get home.” I notice the handkerchief he handed me has his initials embroidered into it. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I blew my nose in this.” I bet it’s one of those crazy expensive handkerchiefs that's a hundred dollars or something nuts for a small square of cloth.
“Is your boyfriend waiting at home for you?”
My eyes jerk back to him. Is he trying to see if I'm single? All I can think about is that I’m a freaking mess and that I’ve ruined his handkerchief. Why is he asking me about a boyfriend when his wife is standing a few feet away? I shake my head no, but I have to admit that I’m a little annoyed.
“Family.”
“Where?”
“Rocky Hill.”
“What’s your name?”
“Angel.”
His eyes roam over me, and he smirks.
“Logan, our plane is ready,” the woman behind him says.
“Give me your ID, Angel.” He holds his hand out. I find myself digging for it in my purse. My Kindle and a few other things fall out onto the floor in the process. He bends down, picking them up. The screen of my Kindle comes on, and I watch his thumb slide over it to open it.