Ignite

Reaching her hand out, the flight attendant sat across from me. “My name is Tara.”

Instantly, I felt better. I wasn’t sure why, maybe it was her smile. Or her calming voice. Whatever it was, I knew I would be forever grateful for her.

A ping sounded across the plane. Tara gave me a wink and said, “Let me double check the flight crew doesn’t need anything and I’ll be right back. We are taxing and will be taking off here in a minute.”

My hands grabbed onto the arms rests as I nodded my head and said, “M’kay.”

Think something positive, Adaline.

Emmit’s smile when he saw me.

Emmit’s dimples.

Emmit’s gray eyes.

Emmit’s soft lips.

Emmit’s hands on my body.

Emmit’s perfect brown hair.

“Holy shit. What in the hell?” I whispered as I shook my head. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking of Emmit since he dropped me off at the hotel last weekend. Of course, it didn’t help that we had been texting non-stop since that night.

“Did you say something?” Tara asked as she sat and buckled up.

“No. Talking to myself.”

Tara smiled and began talking. “There are two guys on Mr. Elliot’s race team that are a bit nervous to fly. It’s pretty funny trying to calm them down.”

With a nervous chuckle, I glanced out the window as I watched everything fly past faster and faster. “Oh yeah? Which drivers?”

“Doug Adams and Emmit Lewis.”

My head quickly snapped back to look at Tara. She was looking out the window with a slight smile on her face.

“Emmit Lewis?”

Without looking at me, she nodded. “Yeah, he needs to be preoccupied when we take off.”

My heart dropped as I looked Tara over. Blonde hair pulled up neatly in a bun. Killer legs that went on forever. Blue eyes that sparkled when she looked at you. I quickly looked around the plane.

What if Emmit had screwed her on this plane?

In a chair?

Slapping my hands over my mouth, I looked down at the chair I was sitting in.

“Miss Morgan, are you feeling sick?”

I dropped my hands and shook my head as I said, “So what do you think of Emmit?”

Tara tilted her head and gave me a curious look. “Um, well he’s a nice guy. I don’t really know him all that well. If he travels by air, he is usually in his own plane.”

My mouth dropped open. “Emmit owns a plane?”

Tara laughed. “Yes! He’s like the second-highest paid driver in NASCAR. I mean with all of his other gigs he has. You know commercials and all that kind of stuff.”

“Oh,” I barely said. “So, um, when he does fly, what do you do to calm him down?”