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“Hmm let me see. My life if you two end up being serial killers.”
Sexy Blue Eyes burst out laughing so hard that he teared up, drawing attention from the line-up of angry passengers. I mean, I couldn’t deny that the sound of his laugh was the most delicious thing I’d ever heard. Loud, deep, and sexy as hell. Both of them were so hot it ought to be illegal.
“Thanks for that, Perky. I needed a good laugh.” Blue Eyes’ gaze dropped to my chest in a fleeting moment, and I resisted the urge to cross my arms.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, you haven’t given us your name, and you seem to have a super “perky” personality,” the Blonde replied, his green eyes staring at me with a secret hunger. His friend smirked; hands deep in the pockets of his jeans as he tried to recover from laughing so hard.
I narrowed my eyes at them, and I pushed aside the tingling in my gut that these two hot guys were actually talking to me. “You know you could ask me what my name is. How would you feel if I called you muscles and your friend…? I don’t know.“ I glanced around for a clue as my mind was foggy in their presence and having two against one had me flustered. My gaze swept over a poster of a salad. “Cucumber,” I blurted and the moment the word left my mouth, I froze. What had I been thinking?Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“I’d say you were very accurate,” Blondie answered in a droll voice, his amused gaze never leaving me. I could feel the heat shooting up my spine and over my neck and cheeks. I wasn’t sure if the fire was my embarrassment at these two for teasing me or just me daydreaming because two gorgeous specimens were talking to me. I would go with the first one even though it was a lie. Good thing I could give back as good as I got.
“I'm not in the mood for douchebags today, thanks.” I spun on my heel with my beat-up handbag under my arm and dragged the wheelie onboard luggage behind me.
My body burned up from the inside out, and I felt their eyes on my back. Somehow, I ended up putting an extra swing in my hips before merging into the chaos of crowds...which was so unlike me.
Then I ran to the bathroom.
Who in the world did they think they were? Perky, please.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror near the sinks. My nipples were at full mast, pressed against my white shirt, and I almost died. Shit! I rubbed them with my palm until they settled down. My cheeks burned the color of a cherry, my hair was sticking upward on one side, and I had a black smear on one knee of my jeans. Kill me now.
Taking a huge breath of air, I quickly collected a paper towel, dabbed it with water, and cleaned the dirt off as best I could. Digging in my handbag, I pulled out my comb, taming my golden hair that always bounced with a loose curl over my shoulders. With the lipstick, I colored my lips a shade of nude with a hint of pink. Just enough to stand out, but not too much to look slutty.
I grimaced that I’d just recited Gloria’s words. Gloria was the step monster and her insults and orders were always in my head even when I hadn’t seen her for months.
I applied a few more layers of lipstick for a darker finish as a subtle “f.u.” to the thought of her. There, now I looked fantastic.
Staring at myself in the mirror at my blue eyes, I couldn’t help but think of my Mom. I hadn’t taken after much of her looks with my curvy frame and average five-foot five height. She had been tall and thin, like a model.
But I had gotten her eyes. My dad had always told me after she passed that he saw her in my eyes every time he looked at me.
I leaned in closer to the mirror, swearing if I looked deep enough into my eyes, it felt like she was with me again. My breath misted the mirror. My heart clenched with sorrow because I missed her terribly, especially at Christmas. When she’d make her famous Portuguese turkey roast, decorate the whole house with way too many Santa Claus’s, and insist we sang carols. I used to hate doing them, now… now I’d give anything in the world to hear her persistent voice, her excited voice, her loving voice.
I swallowed the lump in my throat when someone moved behind me. I quickly stepped back from the mirror, wiped away the loose tear, and tossed everything in my handbag. In haste, I made my way to the toilet.
Back in the main area of the airport, I strolled with my wheelie bag behind me, past crowds of people, looking into the big branded stores I could never afford. Each cafe I walked past was jam packed with a line out the door. When I found no line in front of the sports bar, I marched inside to the bar, noticing people were everywhere. Large screens dotted the walls, playing all the latest sports, and the air smelled of beer and fried food. Perfect.
“What will you have?” a woman’s voice asked, and I turned to find the bartender offering me a curt smile, clear she’d been run off her feet from the influx of stranded passengers.
“Too early in the day for a Margarita?”
She half chuckled. “Ma’am, in my books, it’s never too early.”
I rarely drank, but right now I felt like drowning myself in something delicious.
“Sounds perfect. Can I get the nachos too, please?”
“Absolutely. Take a seat, and I’ll bring everything out to you.”
“Thanks.” I turned to find a table, even sharing with someone would be perfect, as long as I just got to sit in peace and work out my next steps. Except, every single chair was filled, even along the window with the single seats.
Someone waved to me from across the room at a tall table with three seats around it. Two of the seats were taken. The moment my eyes laid on those two arrogant jerks, my stomach dropped.
A smile crossed Blue Eyes’ lips, and I shook my head, then walked towards the far window, figuring I was bound to find something. All I needed was one chair and I’d squeeze in another table. But it wasn’t long before I realized that luck wasn’t on my side, and I glimpsed over my shoulder at them. Both were staring at me, probably laughing, and I sighed.
“Hi, ma’am, where will you be sitting?”
