Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I’d equipped the tray with all the fixings like tea bags, sugar, and shot glasses of milk.
“Thanks, Jo,” Cal said.
I had to turn carefully, as I didn’t want to spill anything on Cal or the flight instruments. Grant was still standing there.
“Would you like a cup?”
Our eyes held, but I couldn’t read him. His expression was blank as he continued to stare at me. When he moved, I shivered, but still I managed to keep the tray steady as he took a cup of coffee.
His eyes never left mine, leaving burning questions in my soul. I couldn’t reconcile that gaze with a man burdened with a girlfriend.
When his next word left his mouth, it was like a lightning bolt.
“Thanks.”
The shock sent me moving because I was rattled to my core. There was an undeniable intenseness between us. Was it attraction or hate?
He’d almost closed the door between us when I remembered the message I was supposed to give him.
“Your girlfriend wanted me to tell you that she’s arranged transportation for the two of you to the hotel once we arrive in Dubai.”
The door was mere inches from being closed and his face was nearly hidden. But I caught the narrowing of his eyes before I turned away.
“What was that about?” Jack asked. “I felt the heat between you all the way over here.”
My nemesis arrived as if she’d been watching from her seat, waiting to pounce.
“Did you tell him?” she asked. I nodded. “What did he say?”
“Nothing,” I said and moved toward the first-class cabin to begin taking meal orders.
When I delivered dinner to Cal and Grant, Cal had been the one to answer the door. I tried not to be disappointed. It was as if Cal was onto me. He’d given me their orders and he stood blocking my view of the other man.
If I wasn’t one hundred percent sure Cal wasn’t interested, I might have been mistakenly confused by his protective actions.
His statement when I returned to clear out their dishes was baffling.
“You’re a great girl, Jo. One guy will be the luckiest guy on the planet to get you, but he won’t deserve you.”
I stood there blinking and trying not to cry. I was so stunned, I couldn’t utter a proper thank you before once again I was left on the other side of the door.
There was no way to completely avoid Grant. There were drinks, snacks, and breakfast that I had to serve, and Cal couldn’t intercept all our meetings. However, he’d managed to cool them.
It was as if I’d become radioactive to Grant. His eyes no longer lingered on me, and it was probably just as well.
By the time we landed, I was worn out from being on my feet, trying not to throttle my spoiled sister, avoiding wandering hands from the handsome passenger, and by the sheer mystery of Cal’s first officer, the one and only Grant.
We stood in line, wishing the disembarking passengers thanks for flying Skyland Airlines. Grant was way too close and I refused to look up at him.
Sophia came and stopped the foot traffic to put her hand on Grant’s arm.
“See you later,” she said, her big blue eyes holding his long enough for everyone to notice.
I was so focused on her, I didn’t notice Mr. Wandering Hands. As tall and handsome as he was, he was no match for Grant, who moved so quickly I couldn’t counter it. Grant shifted in front of me as the man approached.
“Thanks for flying Skyland Airlines.” The words may have been pleasant, but Grant’s tone was not.
The passenger’s glance flickered my way a second before he stepped off the plane.
I wanted to tell Grant I could handle myself, but now was not the time. I was just happy when it was all over. I grabbed my things and headed for customs amid the other flight attendants with Cal and Grant somewhere behind us.
The one thing good about the job was that our transportation and hotel stays were arranged by someone else. All I had to do was settle in the van and close my eyes for the ride to the hotel. It was hot, so the cool air that blew through the van was welcomed. I might have fallen asleep except I was all too aware when a warm body pressed next to mine in the seat.
My heart galloped like his touch was the starting gun at the derby.
Why was he here? He was supposed to be riding with Sophia, at least according to the message she had me give him.
Unable to completely ignore him, I fiddled with my phone, activating my international calling plan so I could access the internet.
From there, I checked into the hotel with my app so I could use the smart key feature, avoiding the lines at the front desk. When I was done, I was adjusted to the cramped quarters next to Grant. He was sandwiched between Cal and me and had no choice but to be so close.