Then again, luck didn’t get you over two million hits on YouTube and a spot on the Today show with Kathy Lee and Hoda, who graciously declined their wine and offered Char tequila shots in honor of her night of horror.
“I wasn’t drinking,” Char explained. “I was… tired, and overworked and—” Holy crap, she was officially going to lose it in front of a twelve-year-old. “You know what? Never mind. How’s five bucks sound?”
“Five bucks?”
“Give me your water and I’ll give you five bucks.”
“Make it ten.”
Char glared.
The girl glared back. Fine. Ten bucks to make her feel better about Jake being an ass? Deal; she’d take that bet.
Char reached into her back pocket and pulled out a twenty. Shit.
The girl swiped it from her hand before Char could do anything. Grumbling, she grabbed the cup and made her way toward Jake’s seat.
Two more rows.
Finally. She stopped at Jake’s row and cleared her throat.
He didn’t look up.
She cleared her throat again.
Finally, he slowly raised his head. His mouth dropped open. “Char?”
“Jake,” she purred.
“How are you? I mean, it’s been forever!” His smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Actually it had been eleven months, one week, and five days. But hey, who was counting? Not her.
“Hasn’t it, though?” She leaned against the seat.
“We should catch up.” He eyed her up and down before coughing and looking away.
“We should.” She agreed, and then before she lost her nerve she dumped the entire cup of water down the front of his pants. “But I don’t date assholes who abandon me after sex.”
“What the—”
He made a move to stand up just as she buzzed the flight attendant and announced loudly, “Sorry, it seems Jake Titus just peed his pants. Could you please help us?”
Snickering erupted around them, and Char smirked at a gaping Jake. He reached across the seat toward a striking elderly woman sitting next to him.
“Well, well.” Char leaned on the sea
t and whispered. “Looks like you’re going for every type of woman these days, eh, Jake?”
“Oh, he truly does,” the lady piped up. “Did you know that he had the balls to take a whore to his brother’s engagement party?”
Holy crap, please let the elderly lady be talking about someone else and not referring to herself.
“I, uh…” Char took a moment to compose herself. “Actually, I believe it.”
“And you know what else?” The woman released Jake’s hand and leaned forward over his seat. He rolled his eyes but otherwise kept silent.
“What?” Whoever this crazy lady was, Char liked her. A lot. Pity that Jake was going to break her heart. No judgment, but was he really the type of guy to go for women twice his age?