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“You think I don’t know that?” asked Monty. “That’s one of the reasons I thought I’d never see you get tied down.”
“Huh?” Grady wasn’t fully concentrating on what he was saying. He was more interested in watching the woman walk away. The sway of her denim-clad ass seemed to beckon him to trot along after her.
Monty pushed his shoulder. “Go! Get me that picture of you and blondie, and you can keep your crown as king of the commitment-phobes. You only ever went after chicks who you didn’t stand a chance with. You did rich chicks because they don’t want anything more from you than you want from them.”
Grady grinned at him, suddenly liking the idea of trying to get a picture with the woman who’d just disappeared through the doors into the terminal building.
“Deal.” He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder. “See you soon.”
“Yeah. Later.”
~ ~ ~
Hannah stopped when she got through the doors and looked up at the boards. She knew she should have just brought a carry-on. But it was too late now; she’d have to go and check her bag. Once she found the desk number, she turned and walked straight into a broad chest.
“Sorry!” Her eyes traveled up over a faded green T-shirt to take in a strong, square chin and a very appealing smile, before meeting a pair of light blue eyes that seemed to twinkle as the guy smiled back at her. It was the surfer-guy from the camper. Ooh!
He held his hand up. “No problem. It was my fault. I was looking at the board.”
She nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from his. He felt like a breath of fresh air. His smile was warm and friendly, which was a very pleasant change from what she was used to. That thought wiped the smile off her own face. “You’re fine.” She moved to step around him, but he moved the same way. She stepped to the other side at the same moment he did. He rolled his eyes and she had to laugh.
“I swear, I’m trying to get out of your way.”
“I’m trying to get out of yours, too.”
He chuckled. “And yet here we are, dancing.”
She nodded. Why did she have to hear echoes of Nathan? Ifhe’dwanted to dance with her, she wouldn’t be here right now.
“What’s up? You don’t like to dance?”
She looked up at the surfer guy and blew out a sigh. He might be cute, but she was hardly going to tell him why the thought of dancing had wiped the smile off her face. Especially not if he was trying to hit on her. He probably wasn’t. Her brain was just addled. Nathan had her questioning the motives of every guy she met. “Not anymore.” She stepped carefully to the side, and this time he didn’t move with her. “Have a safe flight.”
“You too.”
She carried on her way to the check-in desk. Oh well. At least, she’d had a moment with a cute guy. She wanted to look back, get one more glimpse of him. He really was cute. But she shouldn’t. He’d be gone. There was no point. But still, she couldn’t resist looking back over her shoulder. Her heart sped up when she saw him still standing there, watching her – smiling at her. She smiled back. Okay, so maybe he was trying to hit on her. She’d take it as a flattering little boost and leave it at that.
Once she’d checked her bag, she made her way to security and was soon through the fast-track lane. She stopped on the other side and checked the boards again. Of course, her gate was one of the farthest out. She turned and stopped when she saw surfer guy standing a few feet away from her, looking up at the board. She should probably just ignore him, but … what the hell.
“We meet again.”
He turned and greeted her with a smile. “We do. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to dance this time.”
She shrugged.
He came to her and held his hand out. “I’m Grady. And I promise I’m not a creep.”
She had to laugh as she shook hands with him. “I’m Hannah. And I’m glad to hear it.”
He nodded, his lips quivering as a small smile played on his lips. “It’s your fault, you know.”
“What is?”
“When you said you didn’t want to dance with me, I believed you.”
She met his gaze. His smile was infectious. And she almost wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t mind dancing with him.
“But even while I believed you, I couldn’t force myself to keep on walking. As I watched you go, I decided that if you didn’t turn around, you weren’t interested.”
