Page 98 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

That was when I saw her: a pretty brunette in an olive-green blouse. She stood to greet him with a smile and a hug. She was pretty. I was expecting someone dressed in leopard print with big tits and bigger hair. The woman was definitely not that. She looked like a schoolteacher or a bank teller.

He looked at her the way I wanted him to look at me, then reached for her hand before pulling it back. It twisted the knife harder.

He pulled a bottle of liquor from the bag and set it on the table next to the flowers. I thought that was odd, but whatever. I watched as they sipped cold drinks and talked.

And then without ordering food, they got up and walked out together. She walked to a silver Camry with the flowers and bottle of booze. Dalton walked back to his truck and then he followed her.

“Cocksucker!” I quickly started the car and jumped in line behind them. I expected her to lead him to a sleazy motel. His cabin was in the other direction, so I knew they weren’t going there. I watched as the little convoy pulled through the gates of a cemetery. I stayed back because there was nowhere to hide Cheryl’s car.

“What the hell?” I murmured.

Graveyard sex?

And like a pervert, I parked outside the cemetery and crept up, hiding in the trees, and watched them. They parked and got out of their vehicles.

Dalton walked across the grass with her beside him. I watched as the woman knelt in front of a headstone and placed the flowers in the little holder. Dalton placed the bottle against the headstone.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. This wasn’t what I thought it was at all. This was something private. Something sad and sacred. And I was lurking in the bushes like some kind of serial killer. I needed to get out of there.

I started backing away slowly, trying to stay low behind the trees. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure they could hear it from fifty yards away. The woman was still kneeling by the headstone, and Dalton was standing beside her with his head bowed. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but whatever it was, it was none of my damn business.

I turned to creep back toward the car and debated sprinting.

“Janna?”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

I straightened up slowly, my face burning with embarrassment. Dalton was walking toward me, his hands on his hips, staring directly at me. Even from this distance, I could see the hard set of his jaw and the way his shoulders had gone rigid.

He did not look happy to see me.

The woman looked up from the headstone, confusion written across her face as she glanced between Dalton and me. I wanted to disappear into the ground. I wanted to spontaneously combust. I wanted to be anywhere but where I stood.