Addicted

I glanced at the clock and let out an exasperated sigh as I grabbed my bag and lugged it back over my shoulder. "Time to run. Just don't trip, and make sure I don't plow into any more models."

We started to jog toward the gate as Casey spoke through short pants. "You think he was a model? I'd say a young billionaire."

"Why a Richie Rich? Just one of your many fantasies?" I asked.

"He was wearing a Rolex, Viv. The boy had money, and lots of it." She nodded toward the gate. "Almost there. Home stretch."

We glanced up at the gate as we approached and realized that it wasn't the right one.

"You've got to be kidding me." I moved over to check the schedule on another TV monitor and growled. "It's six gates down to our left. Move it. Fast."

She turned and jetted toward the new gate as I followed on her heels, being careful not to accidentally clip her sandal and have her tripping yet again that day.

I stopped in front of our new gate as the flight attendant moved to shut the door, calling out louder than I thought. "Wait. Please. We're on this flight. Just running late."

She turned and gave us a scathing look, but accepted our tickets and let us walk down the boarding terminal. For a trip I didn't want anything to do with, I was surely putting a lot of effort into it.

"Which seat do you have?" Casey leaned around me as we walked onto the plane. "I'm in 3B."

"I have 5A. It's a window, which is perfect. Nap time here I come." I moved down the plane and stopped at 3B. "Here you go. I'll see you when we get there."

"Alright." Casey gave me a look as I glanced over my shoulder. The old man who was sitting in 3A was already snoring and the flight hadn't even taken off yet.

I chuckled as I approached my seat, but my smile slid from my face as I realized who my seatmate was – the sexy guy from security.

"You have to be kidding me," I mumbled as I stopped at the seat and smiled down at him. "I'm in there by the window."

He laughed, the sound of it wrapping around me and infusing warmth deep inside of me. "Wow. It looks like it must be my lucky day."

"You could say that," I said and slid into the seat, trying hard not to notice just how incredible his cologne smelled.

Good thing it was his luck we were resting on.

Mine was a joke, obviously.

Chapter 4

Easton

I stood and moved into the aisle, honestly not sure what to think about the pretty redhead that had not only run me over at security, but now seemed to be rather put off by having to sit beside me for the flight to Miami.

She smelled like vanilla and flowers, and I couldn't help but breathe in softly as she moved past me and dropped down in the chair closest to the window. Her jeans were tight, her sweater pretty, and fitted as well. She could easily be on the cover of any glamour magazine in the grocery stores, but something told me that she wasn't at all aware of her looks.

She let out a heavy sigh and glanced over at me as I buckled my seatbelt. "I'm sorry again. I swear I should just be locked up. I haven't done anything right lately."

I gave her a smile and shrugged. "It's not every day a beautiful woman plows into me, Vivian. I'm not sorry at all. Now this... did you plan this?"

I chuckled at the look on her face. Her pretty, blue eyes went wide and her alabaster cheeks colored pink as if she was two steps beyond embarrassed.

"What? No, never. I'm as shocked as you are about ending up here together. What are the odds that you would be going to Miami too? You are going to Miami, right?" She crossed her shapely legs, and I had to try hard to keep my attention on her beautiful face.

"I'm teasing you, and yes, I'm going to Miami." I leaned back in my chair and forced the smile off my face. It felt silly and childish there. "Are you going for vacation?"

I shouldn't have kept the conversation alive, but I couldn't help but want to know a little more about this strange woman who had shown up twice in my life in a matter of minutes.

"Yeah. I wish I weren't, but my friend–”

I cut in. "Casey?"